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LET ME TELL YOU TRUE
As you must already know, I am quite over you.
I barely think of you more than twenty times a day.
Though I must confess that today, When I went all about town in what had been
Just an incredibly gorgeous day -- 89 degrees Fahrenheit,
Dry, even very dry, and absolutely sunny With a ten mile-per-hour steady breeze --
My thoughts of you had crossed my mind At more than twice the usual number-rate.
Seems every great weather day reminds me of you.
Otherwise I am fine and my recovery progresses.
OK! I am not going to blame you for it. I feel that I am congenitally distracted.
On Monday, now that was two days ago, It rained and rained, the entire day was hot
and stuffy. Still my heart ran to you, I counted,
Ninety-two sparate times.
Then later during the selfsame day I stepped into a puddle.
I dropped my umbrella, and soak and wet, I became distracted, so wasn't it better,
Certainly more rigorously honest, That I should start my addition all over.
Thus by bedtime, I had the new number, thirty-three, Which, of course, must be added to my first
subtotal.
I'm sure that you can compute my arithmatic here.
In my own defense -- you no doubt recall -- Low barometric pressure has always had a bad
effect on me.
All right, let's get real! If we average out my daily count,
Say over the last 365 days, One thing is abundantly clear, no mistake
about it, I no longer spend my days just thinking of
you. And let me tell you true, my thoughts turn
to you No more than thirty-six times a day.