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, June

 “When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, 

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, 

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, 

And maidens bleach their summer smocks.”


(From Shakespeare’s “Love’s Labors Lost”)




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