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.

On: Intellect

"We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality."

(Albert Einstein )

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