I wrote a love note to Sarah.
She bought some chocolates for Matt.
He sent six roses to Lisa.
She baked pink cookies for Pat.
He called Samantha “my darling.”
She told me, “I love you dear.”
Valentine’s Day drives me crazy.
I’m glad it comes just once a year.
I think you’re cute.
I really do.
I like your face
and figure, too.
I like your eyes.
I like your nose.
Don’t change a thing—
except your clothes.
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
Lovesick by Bruce Lansky
I wrote a love note to Sarah.
She bought some chocolates for Matt.
He sent six roses to Lisa.
She baked pink cookies for Pat.
He called Samantha “my darling.”
She told me, “I love you dear.”
Valentine’s Day drives me crazy.
I’m glad it comes just once a year.
I think you’re cute.
I really do.
I like your face
and figure, too.
I like your eyes.
I like your nose.
Don’t change a thing—
except your clothes.
She bought some chocolates for Matt.
He sent six roses to Lisa.
She baked pink cookies for Pat.
He called Samantha “my darling.”
She told me, “I love you dear.”
Valentine’s Day drives me crazy.
I’m glad it comes just once a year.
I think you’re cute.
I really do.
I like your face
and figure, too.
I like your eyes.
I like your nose.
Don’t change a thing—
except your clothes.
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