Feb. 12th

February 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

This poem is for you and it’s February twelfth
I fear my day has been uneventful
I ate waffles for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch
A mid-day cookie was essential.

I won’t tell you in prose everything else that I did
It’s likely too bland to put into words
But I did think something I want you to know
I love you and I think you’re superb.


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