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.

Summer-time sans Bradbury

"The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with clocks, and not only with the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind, too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe whatever the clocks said--and calendars."  (Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. "Slaughter-house Five")

Thanks, Ray. It was something wonderful.

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