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Three in that week

To spend without fun

But before I'd gone in

I thought it could be done

Yet little did I expect

Of money borrowed

To have an unexpected guest

And dreams followed

And ever since then 

I held on to the thought 

But loyalty pricked

Though I never forgot 

Because after those years

In sweat shed together

To go against blood

I told myself: never

Then the three in that week

Became three in fifty-two

And I tried not to give in

To that little speck of blue

But how does one fight against

The enemy in distance

Because all I can do

Is merely pittance

However difficult it may be