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.

Welcome, March

 “Old Winter back to the savage hills Withdraweth his force, decrepid now.”—Johann Wolfgang con Goethe, “The Tragedy of Faust” (1790)



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