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.

Haul Away

 “We're runnin' down a stormy sea and rollin' through the thunder

Way haul away; we'll haul away, Joe


It's ev'ry man aloft my, boys, or we'll be driven under


Way haul away; we'll haul away, Joe”


(“Haul Away” by The Kingston Trio)




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