Thursday by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday
So much is true.
And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,yesbut what
Is that to me?
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