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Feb 2011
A card sliding through the letter box,
Kisses, hearts, poems and admirers.
Cheeks flushing red as roses,
Hearts skipping a beat.
Looking for that vase you like,
To put your flowers in.
Trying to find out who your admirer is,
Sitting for hours on end.
Sharing your love with your secret admirer,
After finally figuring out.
Copywright by Clara Lauraine McAdam
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