I Love You On Monday, Darling, br And Picked Blueberries For You In My br Fathers Backyard br br On Tuesday, I Paced The Burst Of Fruit br Inside A Wooden Box, br Wrapped It 'Round With A Purple Ribbon And br Wished Upon A Star br br Wednesday, We Savored The Berries br Together On Your Shabby Back Porch, br Drank Ice Tea And Watched The Frogs br Hop-a-long Home br br We Laughed All The Way To Thursday, br Dear, br You Never Looked More Lovely Than You br Did That Afternoon br br I Love You On Friday, But a Storm Had br Rolled In, br The Rain Came Down Hard; Your Heart br Turned Stormy Too br br By Saturday, The Fruit Was Rotting In The br Yard, br Sky Blue Juice Stains Had Washed From br Our Fingers br br I Love You On Sunday, My Sweet, br But You Were Already Gone; Now I Pick br Blueberries Alone br br And I Wonder If They Will Ever Taste The As Sweetbr br jamie newcombbr br