Candy Hearts

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ne And it wasn’t a sacrament or holy day of obligation.I didn’t know much about it ’Til we moved to California.Kids at school were trading folded scraps of paper That opened into hearts. There was a lot of blushin’ Mostly the boys.We moved so many times I guess I never earned a folded heart.Once, an

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albino kid named Freddy showed me tiny candy hearts He got from a girl named Darla. Never heard that name before. My sister was Maria and so were half my cousins.I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely on this non-holy day. A scrap of paper would be nice. A box of those candies would be nicer. Then I would read, eat, and pretend.</article></body>

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We never celebrated Valentine’s Day. Mama said the Pope frowned upon it On account, there were tons of saints named Valentine And it wasn’t a sacrament or holy day of obligation.

I didn’t know much about it ’Til we moved to California.

Kids at school were trading folded scraps of paper That opened into hearts. There was a lot of blushin’ Mostly the boys.

We moved so many times I guess I never earned a folded heart.

Once, an albino kid named Freddy showed me tiny candy hearts He got from a girl named Darla. Never heard that name before. My sister was Maria and so were half my cousins.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely on this non-holy day. A scrap of paper would be nice. A box of those candies would be nicer. Then I would read, eat, and pretend.