On a mailing list I met a wonderful lady from Switzerland who has since died. She owned a chocolate company and would occasionally send me a “fix.” It was the real thing, none of that commercial, chemical stuff.
Actually, it was your holiday, Jams, that got highjacked. That is, indeed, the correct term for all of these “occasions” that seemed to be designed to sell cards, flowers, and candy by manufactured guilt.
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Violets are blue.
Some poems rhyme;
This one don’t.