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Strange Day

(14 February)

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Charlie Brown

Gets an empty mailbox

We read the messages

On candy hearts

My mother made

A pink cake, heart-shaped

There were notes of

Love sent between the

Martyr and the followers

Such a strange day

We’ve made of this

Not bad

Sometimes bittersweet

Mostly strange

Red roses

That mean passion

Champagne, perhaps

Chateaubriand or other

Famous dish

Made for two

I forgot, Cupid

And the little round angels

Firing arrows into people

That don’t hurt unless

You don’t want

To feel that way

Strange day

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Photo by jabez Samuel on Unsplash

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