My parents, truthful folk, told me
I was born in mid-May and I
Never doubted them but today
A wise friend, not often inaccurate
And a government official to boot,
Wishes me a happy birthday
In late September. A Taurus
Until now, allowances were made for me;
"A bull, after all! What did we expect?
Enough he didn't tear us with his horns!"
It seems late in the day to turn Libran
Becoming just and exquisitely sensitive
Like the beautiful jeweler's scales
My crook'd grandfather used
To make honest measurements.
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