Hey, August.

You were here when I came into this world.

Like the sun, often inviting.

Like a lion, roars like there is no other.

A woman of substance, not easily impressed.

Like the gem of peridot, instils power.

Like a bar of gold, genuine with a noble heart.

An accomplishment thus far.

Like an eight, a milestone from one.

Like a ten, almost reaching the end.

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