Not Therese’s Fault

I’d try to go to sleep, and lo,
Therese’s face was looming;
Twas not her fault I dreamed of her,
My crush was so consuming

It would have shocked her, had she known.
She doesn’t, to this day —
For I was fifteen, and a boy
And we
Were all
That way

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