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Il Conferenziere, a somewhat bookish gentleman who lives
a bit northwest, asked if I might post this for Valentine's day...

With a fragile reed
I traced upon the sand
These words:
“Sweetheart, I love thee”
But along came a wave
And erased the frail impression.

OH! FRAGILE REED!
FRAIL SAND!
TREACHEROUS WAVE!
I TRUST THEE NO MORE!
AND WITH A MIGHTY HAND
I’LL PLUCK FROM NORWAY’S SHORE
HER TALLEST PINE.
I’LL DIP ITS TIP INTO
MT. VESUVIUS AND
WITH THE LAVA I’LL TRACE
UPON THE HIGH AND MIGHTY SKY
I’LL WRITE THESE WORDS:
“SWEETHEART, I LOVE THEE”
AND I’D LIKE TO SEE THE “EFFING” WAVE
THAT CAN ERASE THAT.
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