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Imperfectly Valentines – a poem

Be still my beating heart

overwhelmed with your loving offering

A fish supper, shared,

A half bottle of Lambrini,

The afterthought of garage flowers, wilting

And your indifferent company

It was imperfectly


For the last time

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