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Its Valentine!

Wanna dance with somebody...just wanna ...with somebody...wanna dance with somebody...with somebody who loves me...

Yeahhh! Its love in the air...and I have been enjoying the various display pictures on the positive side of the Presidential election postponement the past few days. hahaha! smh...
Valentine's day from way back has meant so many things to different people.



To some, it's a day for a MUST have/ MUST give gift(s) from or to loved ones with a touch of some sparkling red color especially for those who have been too busy with life that they forget to give their partners or spouses gifts or a treat on other days.

For some, its a day to be Mother Theresa! and you hear lines like...I go to the orphanage and spend time with the kids there and show some love...

To others, its probably like every other day except for the obvious hype and the blinding splash of color red everywhere!

And yes! I am pretty sure some cool dudes are or intend sealing that "ship" with a kneel and a ring plus a rose flower of course...while some are making out or making up! *wink
Either ways, its a day of celebration of love for the living!

So hey! Don't be too sanctimonious, some roses and perfumes plus a box of dark chocolate isn't a bad idea for moi *wink*

So...let's celebrate and yes! a toast to love and a promise to always love and give every other day...
Happy Valentine!
...kiss kiss...
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