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Wednesday
by Lee Harvey Moorton
Things aren't quite the same today;
I cried at the end of an old movie.
I sat on the old broken down chair at the end of my room,
and laughed in an uncontrollable way.
Things aren't quite the same today;
I smiled at the man on the bus,
I gave up my seat for a girl with dark wavy hair,
but ignored her when she started to fuss.
Things aren't quite the same today;
I kissed my mum on the cheek.
I noticed the flowers that grow in our garden;
and picked one for the third time this week.
I'm not quite the same today;
We met on a Saturday night.
Last night when I left you stood and waved from your door,
I've never loved anyone this much before;
I've never loved anyone this much before.
For Helen
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