jamie, 18 stycznia 2012
I Love You On Monday, Darling,
And Picked Blueberries For You In My
Fathers Backyard
On Tuesday, I Paced The Burst Of Fruit
Inside A Wooden Box,
Wrapped It 'Round With A Purple Ribbon And
Wished Upon A Star
Wednesday, We Savored The Berries
Together On Your Shabby Back Porch,
Drank Ice Tea And Watched The Frogs
Hop-a-long Home
We Laughed All The Way To Thursday,
Dear,
You Never Looked More Lovely Than You
Did That Afternoon
I Love You On Friday, But a Storm Had
Rolled In,
The Rain Came Down Hard; Your Heart
Turned Stormy Too
By Saturday, The Fruit Was Rotting In The
Yard,
Sky Blue Juice Stains Had Washed From
Our Fingers
I Love You On Sunday, My Sweet,
But You Were Already Gone; Now I Pick
Blueberries Alone
And I Wonder If They Will Ever Taste The As Sweet
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