The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Didja hear the one about the boy who wanted to be preacher when he grew up?

"It's a wonderful calling," said his mother, "but why do you want to be a preacher when you grow up?"

"Well," said the youngster, "I figure since I'll be in church anyway, it'll be easier to stand up and holler than stay sat down and be quiet for the rest of my life."

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