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Second day of August we first met
Eighteen years ago at a reunion,
Remember it was a Sunday?
I still remember that day like it was just yesterday.

Little did we know then that for many years we’ll celebrate birthdays together,
Christmases and Easters were never duller.
I was an idiot for letting you go
But I couldn’t help it you just had to go.

So today, Thursday of August,
As was our date night every month,
Let me bring flowers as I did for many years past.
For this will be the last time I celebrate our twelvemonth.

Photo from Google

*Inspired by this bloke who, I see getting off the train, has bouquet of flowers with him every Thursday. 

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