Today is two years anniversary for APAD. I could find many B-day wishes, but what is more fitting, on this special occasion, than the phrase "To me, fair friend, you never can be old" from "Sonnet 104" by the Bard of Avon ?
So to our beloved APAD and all APAD friends, here it is
Sonnet 104 (with change: Three to Two 
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Two winters cold
Have from the forests shook two summers’ pride,
Two beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Two April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv’d;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
—William Shakespeare (Sorry for editing 
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