Can you?

I think it's pretty self explanatory.

And it's because I love the lot of you

and that I've never been able to get over you bunch

that I have to grow older miles apart, where neither rumor

nor scandal, nor message, nor scent,

can ever reach me.

It may just be the bourbon talking

but this night seems just as black as any

to tell you all I've never settled 

for just anyone of you in particular.

Tuesdays shook with you;

Thursdays laughed with her;

Sundays melted away into a dew-y Monday afternoon with she;

My week was hazy with you three.

Can you blame a boy for falling in love?

The End

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