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.

Three Little Words (a silly poem)

What are they?

You don’t know?

Should I know?


You should know.


Must I say?

Three little words.

What are they?


I am waiting.


Well, say them.


How could you?



Why don’t you?

Don’t you know?

Find your voice!


Three little words.

Three little pigs.

Three little birds.


Care for more?

I have more.

So many more.


Three little words

Make it simple--

“Eight little letters”


O You live!

O Vile You!

I Love You!

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