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Feb 16
Here I sit
staring at three dancing dots
in dire anticipation
of her words and her thoughts
what will she say?
what shall I do?
with this happiness even when sad
and melancholic blue
feelings so old, now so new
I better stop thinking
is valentine really true?
Arthur Vaso
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Arthur Vaso  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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