tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20902735046080066362012-02-15T22:33:35.623-08:00yototop0910http://www.blogger.com/profile/15965768907368815097noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090273504608006636.post-87508367001081533262008-02-16T02:53:00.000-08:002008-02-16T02:54:27.374-08:00<strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><em>A Valentine is nothing like<br /> A chocolate or a rose.<br /> For in a week these shall be gone,<br /> But Valentines remain.</em></strong> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> <b><i>If love were always sweet to tongue<br /> Or fragrant to the nose,<br /> Each day would be like Valentine's,<br /> And we would go insane.</i></b> </p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> <b><i>A Valentine just hangs around<br /> Waiting to be kissed<br /> Long after special days have passed<br /> And every days are here.</i></b> </p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> <b><i>So one is wise to choose one well<br /> And chocolates to resist.<br /> For in the midst of mania<br /> It's nice to have one near.</i></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2090273504608006636-8750836700108153326?l=potoytoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>yototop0910http://www.blogger.com/profile/15965768907368815097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090273504608006636.post-49200804895637836442008-02-10T18:46:00.000-08:002008-02-10T18:47:23.554-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2090273504608006636-4920080489563783644?l=potoytoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>yototop0910http://www.blogger.com/profile/15965768907368815097noreply@blogger.com5