Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday. — Ted Kooser
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Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.

— Ted Kooser
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