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This book contains all my written entries for {item:1970121} |
For my valentine that first year I bought a bunch of flowers But she complained of allergies Then sneezed and coughed for hours. The second year I bought her Some posh Italian wine But she wrinkled up her face and said "The taste just isn't mine". The third year on that special day I treated her to dinner But she picked at a green salad And complained she must get thinner. For valentines the fourth year We went to see a play But she talked all through the second act And whined about her day. After five long years together It's time to say so long - For the problem's not the presents, It's the valentine that's wrong! ![]() |