The Tardy Cherub
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.
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Music, Manuscripts and Memories
Three things beautiful Ok, “books” was sacrificed for “manuscripts,” for the sake of alliteration. But still, my greatest treasures.
An Original Poem
In the stain glass village by the stain glass sea; Up the stain glass steps beyond the stain glass tree, The stain glass stoa by the stain glass tower Under stain glass sky with a stain glass glour, Glistens in the gloaming for a stain glass hour. The stain glass fishers from the stain glass shore And the stain glass merchant from his stain glass store With the stain glass cobbler wearing stain glass shoes in the stain glass pub gossip stain glass news. When the stain glass sun sets in a low’ring creep, The stain glass village nestles for a stain glass sleep.