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Valentine misery
I was rushing to find a suitable card,
found it in the station shop, scribbled a start on the heart
but the ink had dried hard after half
the 'H'.
I bolted through the gates for the train
it was late again. Five to ten. I caught my breath
and wiped sweat on my cuff
fumbled for a twenty and a second pen.
While I wrote, the wind took its chance and caught the note.
I chased the shadow of its fluttering path to the track
the train rumbled in, I cussed and stepped back,
fumbling for my debit card
card, oh god
where did I leave it?
With my bag that was
now on the back of a tracksuited thief
sprinting fast for the steps
as the guard blows to go.
"Here's your card, you dropped it"
said a silver haired girl,
smiling and wiping the dirt from the swirl
of kisses and ribbons adorning its front.
"Thank you," I smiled, switching on some
charm, "It's for my mum"
(Just once a white lie won't harm)
"Odd," she said, opening the card,
"You've written 'Hey foxy, you get me all hard'"
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