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For The Whole Week
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January 2013 Dear God, if you are so fair,
why does my heart always have a new tear?
why am i always asking why and where?
when i should be happy with a girl who cares,
not one compares to the three i claim
as my butterflies, their names all do the same,
my stomach flutters, my mind replays each dame,
and for the whole week i miss each dame,
all from one name, no matter which,
my pen moves quicker when i think of each witch,
more work then a bitch i walk on the ditch,
but this witch is still wondering "which?"
she will be loved, by many a man,
but only one man truly can,
say that she loved him, ring on his hand,
i'm not that man, i truly understand.
