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Mike A son was born he weighted a ton, He made our faces glow. November was a special month, So many years ago.   He was round and reddish pink, Trouble peeked out of his wink. Months have passed and years add up. And now this man’s no more a pup.   We’ve watched him grow and stand so tall, And marry chained to a bowling ball. But all is well and we are proud, He’s quite the card, we laugh out loud.   Now to be serious and tell you for sure. Thanks for making cyber space less obscure, You’ve given us love in your years on this earth, And we thank the Lord everyday for your birth. Linda Adsitt 1998