Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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A baker made layers sky-high, with frosting that leaned to one side; we carried it through,
A friend rose to speak with great flair, then found every mind had gone bare; he lifted his glass,
I wished for a year without fuss, with good food and one punctual bus; the candles burned low,
Monday is the day the world clears its throat and says: again.
My daughter brings light to the day, then moves all the candles away; she says, “Keep the cake,
My daughter said cake was too plain, so ordered both tart and champagne; when asked which to share,
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