Every winter
in January
I tend to make hearts.
I never quite know what they will end up like.
So this year I am pretending
the hearts are made at
the Red Oktober Heart Faktory.
I know there is a Red Oktober
Chocolate Faktory.
Da sure.
In fact years ago
I contemplated buying shares.
But then, living in the west I knew
I would never be able to get my money out.
I knew that Russians could not live
without their chocolate and tea
so investing in the Chocolate Faktory would be a sure thing.
How this information drifted into my head, I have no idea.
Some traits in the Russian ways never change.
I can go on about other things here, but I won't.
So here I play on the word Lubov,
Russian word for Love.
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