There were three men who shared the same name:
Michael, who bought baby Jordans
for his two year old son.
Micky, who smiled at all the pretty girls
and knew within two minutes if she
was under thirty
and didn’t have a boyfriend.
(the answers were important in that order).
Then, there was Mike,
the simple one, the honest one
and the one I hurt the most.
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