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I’m so vain. I probly think this poem ‘s about me

(While an intern, Echo,  keeps abreast of latest contest entries, editor-in-chief gazes into the pool wondering “who IS that handsome devil?”  Oh!… Wait!…) Good afternoon from Sochi (as in so… she actually is still speaking to you?) Here is another entry into our contest —A Dozen Roses from a Single Thorn: A Valentine’s Day Love […]