So just the one valentine.
You move with the grace of "The Mallard" swooping down the line northwards into York
On a day when the Black Sheep Bitter has hit perfection in the barrel.
Let me count the ways I love you? 3C ways.
(I love you as much as hexadecimal).
It's not signed. But I'm guessing I know who wrote it.
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