I have many favourite poems but this is my favourite above all others. I thought I would share it with you all. 

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I am sure that everyone has a different view on what they think of that day every year when they add another year to their age.  I have faint memories of human birthdays. They were always pleasing. The years after my change and before I joined the Volturi family. I never celebrated my birthday. There was a burning hatred to the woman who turned me and I didn't want to think about being frozen at 20. I admit I was pleased when she Hilda was…