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, November!

 

Having started a new journal, I needed a new index, so I can remember what I write, and where to find it (with blanks for overflowing lines.




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