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LATE VALENTINE
A velvet heart, a crimson rose, rich wine Within a tall-stemmed glass, a card with fine- Penned sentimental verses gushing line By line, a pretty garden where sunshine Never ends; boy and girl whose fingers twine In shy excited clasp---''will you be mine''!--- A baby cupid shooting arrows in Their linking hearts to make them beat as one, While heaps of gaudy petals shower down Around the primrose path they walk upon: They revel in such love---with token, sign, A stolen glance, a locket having fine Strands of the lady's hair enclosed; incline Of cheek to cheek---oh how those lovers pine!
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