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Dear Valentine . . .
February 2001 Contest Entry
The Valentine Poem
I saw an old lady
Walking on the street,
I picked up my rose and
started dragging my feet.
She said she was lonely,
And sat right beside me.
I knew she was kind,
So I gave her my rose,
Instead of my clothes.
That's whay Valentine's
Day is all about.
Talisa Johnson
Burnt Church, NB
Grade 5
Entry E-104