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   leigh says February 14, 2013 at 8:38 am

   Linda Ronstadt version: here .
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   sdferr says February 14, 2013 at 9:45 am

   Lovesong Waltzes, Op. 52
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   serr8d says February 14, 2013 at 10:11 am

   Oh, my…
   

   There’s something morally bankrupt about a culture that allows sex to be divorced from love and commitment, that embraces the mutual use of persons’ bodies as an ideal form of self-expression, and encourages its youth to turn their bodies into tools for their own pleasure—and objects for others’ gratification. The moral wrongs of our culture’s embrace of casual sex have already been expounded philosophically and empirically. …

   Damned spoilsport. )
   http://www.thepublicdiscourse.com/2013/02/7944/
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   Outlaw Gunsmith says February 14, 2013 at 10:12 am

   My favorite Valentine’s Day poem, by Dorothy Parker,

   “Unfortunate Coincidence”

   By the time you swear you’re his,
   Shivering and sighing,
   And he vows his passion is
   Infinite, undying —
   Lady, make a note of this:
   One of you is lying.
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   Squid says February 14, 2013 at 10:50 am

   My favorite is “To My Valentine,” by Ogden Nash, who followed in Dorothy’s footsteps:

   More than a catbird hates a cat,
   Or a criminal hates a clue,
   Or the Axis hates the United States,
   That’s how much I love you.

   I love you more than a duck can swim,
   And more than a grapefruit squirts,
   I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
   And more than a toothache hurts.

   As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
   Or a juggler hates a shove,
   As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
   That’s how much you I love.

   I love you more than a wasp can sting,
   And more than the subway jerks,
   I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
   And more than a hangnail irks.

   I swear to you by the stars above,
   And below, if such there be,
   As the High Court loathes perjurious oaths,
   That’s how you are loved by me.

   This from the same guy who wrote:

   To keep your marriage brimming,
   With love in the loving cup,
   Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
   Whenever you’re right, shut up.