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The tags were HIS and HERS, without name,
Two places on the table she had set,
To celebrate our wedding day. Forget
I surely did the event. Friendly game

Of bridge, as usual, held me up. To blame
Is not her nature. She did make – believe
That I was sitting there all the same
In front of her. So then she did relieve

The champagne bottle of its liquid. Frame
When empty she did throw away. You bet
When someone asked “How is and where is “Prem”?”
I hurtled home and quickly in a sweat

She saw me breathing hard and said ,“ You punk,
Come, hold me. I am lonely. I am drunk.”

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