I remember sending out the invitations,
With the time, date, and occasion,
I washed the dishes and put them away,
In hopes that I'd be able to use them today,
I wanted it to be nice,
I made sure everyone could have a slice,
Hours later, I'm still sitting there,
The birthday candles still flaring in the air,
No one showed; I'm on my own,
I guess that I'll be celebrating alone.
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