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Missed
He bought a rose, a valentine
for his valentine.
He loves her so, his valentine.
He wrote a poem too, a valentine
for his valentine.
He loved her so, his valentine.
She said, keep your valentine !
I’m not your valentine;
and keep your poem, your valentine,
it’s not my poem I’m not your valentine !
“Hmmm, . . .
“Cupid ! . . . WTF ! . . . excuse my French, but, . . .
who the hell taught you how to shoot !”
for his valentine.
He loves her so, his valentine.
He wrote a poem too, a valentine
for his valentine.
He loved her so, his valentine.
She said, keep your valentine !
I’m not your valentine;
and keep your poem, your valentine,
it’s not my poem I’m not your valentine !
“Hmmm, . . .
“Cupid ! . . . WTF ! . . . excuse my French, but, . . .
who the hell taught you how to shoot !”
Published 9th Feb 2019
| Edited 10th Feb 2019
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