Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.

Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.
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Once, the Roman Catholic Church declared February 14 as the feast day to honor Saint Valentine, a Christian priest who was martyred in the 3rd century. The Church has since then kept up with its original tradition and now honors this saint on this particular day.

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