Place the candy in a small plastic bag and attach this poem.
Here is something from the Cupids above, who fly along with all the
doves. Whose arrows have hit many lonely hearts, they send you a gift
for your heart. Your kindness and love have been so true, so the cupids
have sent you their little poo-poo.
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~Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize that we cannot eat money.~ Cree proverb
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