I didn't write this poem to annoy ya
But remember the giant sequoia
If you were a hundred and three
You'd be young for that tree
And your fans will always enjoy ya.
(Sorry - fractured poetry - I know.)
Happy Birthday Greg! 

"Over straight and crooked miles
Falling out of favour or embraced
Wondering where was love...
It hadn't happened yet"
~Ron Sexsmith~
Nearest to all things
Patiently waiting
So let the angels sing
Silently weeping