At her birthday dinner
With no shared signal
Several of us proceeded to weep
Some perhaps dismayed by largess
On the tables, once again
Pot bellied famine on the news
Some distressed by love understanding eroded
Others by the scores in the championship
Semi-finals; for myself, your letter was the grit
In my eyes; now my only hope of contentment
That embarrassing medical procedure you mentioned
Again, for the seventh time
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