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Edgar Guest - Getting Her A Valentine
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“GIVE me the prettiest valentine
You`ve got in the shop," said he, 
"One with the tenderest sort o` line, 
In type that her eyes can see. 
One that she won`t need her specs to read, 
`I love you my darling,` is all I need.

"A line o` love from an old bald head,
An` a throb from a battered heart;
An old skeezicks, with a feeble tread,
A lover, no longer smart.
An` she ain`t as young as she used t` be,
But she looks for her valentine still from me.

"I wish they made old folks` valentines,
With gray heads close together; 
An` printed `em, too, with loving lines
About fair and stormy weather, 
An` showed the old man an` his gray-haired wife 
Walking arm in arm on the edge of life.

"We`ve traveled the road from youth to age,
Without missin` a single kiss;
In our book o` life every written page
Has something o` joy and bliss,
An` though it ain`t long till we go above,
We `re nearing the end with a load o` love.

"So give me your prettiest valentine,
An` I`ll send it along today
To that wonderful old sweetheart o` mine,
Whose tresses are thin and gray.
But I wish they made valentines," said he,
"For seventy-year lovers like ma an` me."
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