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It takes two to Tango, cos it's Valentine.

Dear Valentine 
We make hay when the sun shines
Even when you're nice and kind 
It cannot get you a good ride
Cos without money, you're broke, niggre

Dear Valentine 
You left singles in the wonderland
Who cannot but go to places like shrine
To while away their worries with time
With a cool background disco track

Dear Valentine 
Rest in heaven and not hell fire 
February 14, a day to remember
For lovers even when it's illlegal
With results showing in the -ember*

Dear Valentine 
It only takes two to tango
To enjoy the atmosphere that bubbles
With night that comes with the cuddle
Thus, getting in will not be a riddle

Dear Valentine 
It takes two to tango
It takes a wise one to be single
And not ready to mingle
Like a baboon in the jungle, with shingles

Dear Valentine 
We can't be single forever 
Looking back, the journey is too far
All alone we can go to the soundbar
Eat shawarma and take some chilled star

- Acetyl (Feb., 2020)
In celebration of Valentine day


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