Here are two not-very-brilliant poems for today and tomorrow (at least I wrote something, right?)
Today's:
Another hour at the church
And the dining hall was transformed
It wasn’t quite wine from water
But a minor miracle was performed
Out of the attic loot
And yard sale finds
Yielded tables dressed
For the day of valentines
Tomorrow's:
In twelve hours
I’ll be on the road
With my two guys
And a carload
And we will spend
In South Carolina
The weekend of
Valentina
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