ValentineA Poem by Charles PhiferOn cupid day I’ve tried to make her hands warm with some
soft plush, but you need money for these things. I look in my pockets and pull
out a 5. I look at the thing and it says $12.99. As usual, I am short too much.
I tell her she has a holiday of her own with her name and everything. Every
year will be her day. But I wonder if I say this out of importance, love, or
convenience. © 2012 Charles Phifer |
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