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Claire's 50th

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There’s no one like her anywhere

That pocket whirlwind known as Claire.

Daughter, wife and super Mum,

Lifelong friend and bestest chum.

She’s caring, sharing, kind and warm,

In the kitchen cooks a storm,

Prepares a roast with every trimming,

Good for guests, but not for slimming.

A happy childhood at the Grange

Means we shouldn’t find it strange

She likes the finer things in life -

But she is not a high cost wife.

At Matelan and TK Max

You’ll see her whizzing through the racks.

The bargains found you’d not believe -

Too good to miss, too good to leave.

She clothes herself and Andy too

And not forgetting George and Lou.

Her castle’s home in Portbury,

A stronghold for her family.

She won’t just sit and contemplate

It’s – let’s change this and decorate,

Make-over that and re-design

And then let’s have a glass of wine.

She even got a job one day

To kit her house from Maurice Lay.

She loved horse-riding as a girl,

Prepared to give most things a whirl.

At Platform One she oft was seen

In platform shoes the dancing queen.

Lots of lippy, loads of style,

The blonde who stood out by a mile.

And now she’s reached that half a ton

She’ll not slow down, she’ll still have fun.

She’s good to know and good to share -

A happy birthday to our Claire.

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