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7d
Yes, I’m dining alone.
Thank you, fine sir—
This table I’ve known.

I take in the room,
Parties fill every chair.
Happy couples swoon;
I see their sad stare.

Yes, I’m dining alone,
Not by choice—but by fate.
The lonely diner atones,
Sits quiet, in place.
I’m that dinner.
So Obtuse
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So Obtuse  60/M/Ca
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     rick and Simon Bridges
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