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’Twas a few years ago, a sense of sadness crept over me, and I wrote this piece:
‘She leaves tomorrow, my little one, back to the US to complete her studies. This morning I peeped into her bedroom, and the mirror opposite reflected her face, innocent in sleep, a face I had seen from babyhood, watched taking her first tentative steps, watched entering the portals of learning, even watched boys looking at her more appreciatively than I was happy with!
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’Tis not often Liberty Island ferrymen and those that ply the Ellis island ferry around New York show agitation. “She was crying,” said a ferryman to his wife that night, “I swear I saw them tears roll down the Statue of Liberty’s cheeks!”
“Oh, the poor thing!” cried his wife.
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The price of gold has gone up, the cost of diamonds too
So what do I get my beloved what is it I should do?
I dare not get her clothes, they don’t seem to fit she says,
I dare not get her gifts, they’re expensive these days.
So what do I get my beloved, what is I should do?
The price of gold’s gone up, the price of diamonds too!
So I thought and thought and scratched my head, and wondered what to do
The price of gold’s gone up, the price of diamonds too.
I scratched my head and stroked my beard
Then came up with a thought most weird
Maybe the price of gold’s gone up, and that of diamonds too
But maybe my heart would do the job that all the gold can’t do.
So I’m telling my beloved, it’s my heart you’re gonna get
It’s going to be a Valentine, you’ll never, never forget
So here I’m all excited, it’s my heart instead of gold
My own dear heart instead, of some dreary, bleary gold.
I can see the smile that she will have as she sees my gift so true
Oh Bob it’s not gold or diamonds, it’s your heart, it’s really you!
She saw my gift ‘Ah No’ she cried and gave me a slap, no two,
‘Maybe gold has gone up, the cost of diamonds too
I’m sure you scratched your head and stroked your beard
And came up with this gift so weird.’
‘But Bob a lil’ bit of gold, maybe a diamond too
Would have bin’ a lot more better than this stingy heart from you’
The price of gold has gone up, the cost of diamonds too
So what do I get my beloved what is it I should do?
I dare not get her clothes, they don’t seem to fit she says
I dare not get her gifts, they’re expensive these days.
There’s nothing to get my beloved, there’s nothing I need to do,
She’s gone away this Valentine’s, to her mother’s place, boo-hoo..!
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I love playing cricket, and even now am called down by the local Royal Blues team to play for them, especially when they have a player short. They tell me they love the four I pull over the bowler’s head and I laugh, because I know that that shot came from childhood, when my brother and I played cricket down a long corridor and the only way I could escape being out was to hit the ball over his head when he bowled!
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The old government architect smiled to himself as he sat at the tea shop he frequented. His assistant who sat next to him though appeared a tad worried.
“No more will people sneer at me and ask what have you built that people will remember you for!” he said with a jeer, “This Valentine’s Day Monument I have designed will put my name alongside architects like Frank Lloyd Wright and Frank William Stevens!”