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.

Today I Am Finding . . .

that I am easily distracted. You don't have that problem though, do you?
(ht: William Wilson)

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