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.

Someone Spins the Thread

"Whom the rising sun hath seen high in pride, 
him the setting sun hath seen laid low. 
Let none be over-confident when fortune smiles; 
let none despair of better things when fortune fails. 
Clotho blends weal and woe, lets no lot stand, 
keeps ever fate a-turning. 
No one has found the gods so kind that he may promise to-morrow to himself. 
God keeps all mortal things in swift whirl turning."

(Seneca, Thyestes)

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