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						To Kate. (In Lieu Of A Valentine) by Ellis Parker Butler 
						
						Sweet Love and I had oft communed;   We were, indeed, great friends, And oft I sought his office, near   Where Courtship Alley ends.
  I used to sit with him, and smoke,   And talk of your blue eyes, And argue how I best might act   To make your heart my prize.
  He always seemed to have much time   To hear me tell my joy, So that I came to deem him but   An idle, lazy boy.
  But on St. Valentine his day,   I found him hard at work, As if he had a mighty task   And did not dare to shirk;
  And o’er his head there hung a card   That made me haste away; It bore these words—   Please make it short. This is my busy day!
  And so, Sweet maiden; if I send   No valentine, you see The reason here; Love could not waste   His precious time on me!						 
						
						
						
						
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