There would have to be something wrong with someone who could throw out a child's first Valentine card saying, "I love you, Mommy."
Ginger Hutton
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Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Shakespeare
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Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these woodbirds but to couple now?
Shakespeare
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