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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Entertainment · #2180004
This happens every year
I walked into the empty room
As the sun began to fade
I closed the door behind me
Pulled down the bedroom shade

I went over to the window seat
And sat there in the dark
It was silent as a graveyard
Just the sound of a distant bark

I thought I should be happy
This happens every year
But still I was despondent
I couldn’t stop a tear

My wife made me a birthday cake
She said, “What was the harm?”
She lit up eighty candles
And set off the smoke alarm

The next-door neighbors made the call
And the firemen arrived
They do this every year you see
To check I’m still alive

They had some birthday cake with us
And sang ‘Happy Birthday’ with glee
It was a joyous party time
For everyone but me

Damn the candles
Damn the candles
All the cake is gone

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