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I have not asked in many years though all my friends and learned peers pick willy-nilly so it seems a Valentine straight from their dreams. Of course, good etiquette demands that those who've claimed another's hands be on the list for chocolates and maybe for some other bits a Beaujolais, Valpolicella the onus is on the good fella and shops stay open to fulfill big wishes and to stuff the till. It seems that one declares his pick it's just like putting one's small tick to activate computerware and BINGO, says the card 'I Care', it has become a bland routine but is essential in the scene. I will, this year take an old feather, of goose, though still uncertain whether the one whose LOVE is my great hope will want me writing, I'm a dope and often feel a trifle timid instead of going for the limit. Well, I shall write from my own heart some words will lift me, others smart, and, in the end she'll understand that she can have my sweaty hand and if she wants, the rest of me which would confirm the promise WE.