How much more abrupt, seems your visit each year
as January scuttles away.
The sideways rains of your frozen tear,
denying the snowdrops their say.
A month full of wishing and Wellington boots
of piping hot porridge and toast.
Your Valentine's heart may be king of the suits
but thank God, you are shorter than most.
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Very true Dan, the time seems to fly faster, love you humour!