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Valentine's Gift

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Asterlia

Published: Jan 20, 2014

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Chocolate, roses
I don't need those-- because I
Have something sweeter

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I know Valentine's Day is in a few weeks, but I wanted to write something now. ^^

hehee I'm impatient.

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word-s-myth

Feb 2, 2014

That's the sign of a happy couple

Your poem will possibly inspire some people who lack inspiration for their own Valentine's Day card (especially those whose lover is forgetful or not rich ^^)!

It made me think of this song by Nina Simone, with its funny video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYSbUO…

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