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TIME’S VALENTINE

’Twas St. Valentine’s Day, and Father Time

Said, “I think I’ll scribble a bit o’ rhyme,

To send to the sweetest maid on earth.”

And the old fellow chuckled in roguish mirth.

He reached for his inkhorn and quill, then said,

As he absently nodded his wise old head,

“But what maiden is gentle and sweet and fine

Enough to be my Valentine?

There’s a musical girl in Kalamazoo,–

But I hear she beats Time, so she won’t do;

There’s a fair New York girl, proud and calm,

But they say she kills Time without a qualm!

A pretty clubwoman I saw one day,

But “I won’t have Time,’ I heard her say.

For one of those summer girls I yearn;

But they declare they “have Time to burn.’

There are lovely girls in a Southern clime,

But they sweetly admit that they waste Time,

While the bustling woman, with manners curt,

Takes Time by the forelock, and that does hurt.

On the Boston maiden I make no claim,

To improve Time seems to be her aim.

And I heard an old spinster contriving a plan

Say, “I’ll try to get Time as soon as I can.’

So none of these whom I’ve mentioned yet

A Valentine from Time shall get.

But I’ve in mind a maiden who,

When a fond lover came to woo,

Just blushed and hung down her pretty head,

And “Give me Time!’ was all she said.

By Cupid, that’s the maid for me!

To her my Valentine shall be.”

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