you ask me
about my birthday?
i have a birthday of course
but there will be
no party
i am tired feeding
people who can eat for themselves
this time
it will be those hungry children
in the slums
the innocent prisoners
in jail
the flood victims of iligan
and cagayan de oro
this time it will just be
me, myself and i
i will toast wine for myself
merry, merry
us in three
threesome and so
wholesome...
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