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.

Christian Island

“Tall and strong she slips along,

I sing for her a song,

and she leans into the wind.

She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat,

through the toughest gail and keep smilin',

and when the summer ends we will rest again,

in the lee of Christian Island.


And when the summer ends we will rest again,

in the lee of Christian Island.”


(“Christian Island” by Gordon Lightfoot)



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