Happy 36th or 63rd birthday Papa!
Gra'ma cooked a delicious lunch of fried chicken, Papa's favorite, and all the fix-ins along with a fabulous banana split cake.
Our tummies were very happy.
Birthday Poem 2012:
“The
Secret”
by Linda Smith (aka Gra'ma)
Oh what’s that you say? You
just can’t see.
How Fletcher Smith can be sixty-three.
His step is so lively, there’s rarely a frown,
His eyes still twinkle and his hair ’s mostly brown.
What’s his secret of youth?
You’re dying to know.
Where can you purchase some of his glow?
The answer is simple, it’s the obvious reason.
Our Aggies! They’re ten and
two this season.
Johnny Football has been so incredibly great.
He made Fletcher feel like he’s twenty-eight.
After watching the Bama game again and again,
It was as though the clock hands didn’t even spin,
So….if next year the Aggies get an even bigger win,
Just think how young Fletcher will look to us then.
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