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My least favorite day of the year.... I was sitting in a meeting this morning, doodling notes in the margins of the handout, thinking about what to say about this silly made up holiday that would adequately express my longstanding disdain for Cupid and his minions.

My bitter, anti-romantic essay will have to wait. When I got back to my desk, I found this waiting in my inbox:


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The Problem with Valentine's Day
Is that it's so restraining
How do I show my love
When everyone else is shouting

Pressing through the clamor to find
The biggest balloon, the prettiest bouquet
The sweetest candy, the brightest stone
To demonstrate true distinction

Or can this voice, subtle, still and simple
Speaking truly from my heart
Be loud enough to convey
The greatest love of all ages




The Wife Who Knows