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A Valentine Story


She received a valentine once
in the second grade,
a pretty card of two Dutch children,
signed Larry.
Larry lived two blocks after hers. They kinda walked home together.
He mostly ran around trees, jumped on porches, pretending to be a super hero.
She saved her valentine in a cigar box
with a chestnut, some marbles, and a 7 Up bottle cap.,
After fifty years, she thinks about energy, DNA, and the odds of Larry landing on the moon or in prison.



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