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| jo'b |
The wind wanders off into the next county,
Snow devils lie down on the hill,
The sun moves low and weak through the trees.
The world is frozen, empty and still,
But the heart is blooded with thunder.
Write me a poem. Tell me what's true.
* — St. Valentine was martyred on Feb. 14, 270 AD, for continuing to marry young Roman men despite the emperor's order against it, preferring single men as soldiers. While captive, the young priest, to prove the power of Christian faith, cured his jailer's daughter of blindness. The night before his beheading, he wrote a note to the girl and signed it "Your Valentine." So goes the story.
