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Should I suppose that angel with the bow Before myself did no one any harm? Perhaps he hunted none but Romans. No, The seas his dart can pass with a flicking arm. And who saw fit to give him magic arrows? Mother Aphrodite's got a flair For an affair and so ignores her sparrow Son. He wanders, aimless, through the air. Thus found he me as aimless on a bench And, seeking rectify my lot, let loose A bolt which speared a hapless, passing ***** Whom I in my right mind would never choose.      As his was based on love injurious,      Poor Eros' gift to us is furious.
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
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Should I suppose that angel with the bow Before myself did no one any harm? Perhaps he hunted none but Romans. No, The seas his dart can pass with a flicking arm. And who saw fit to give him magic arrows? Mother Aphrodite's got a flair For an affair and so ignores her sparrow Son. He wanders, aimless, through the air. Thus found he me as aimless on a bench And, seeking rectify my lot, let loose A bolt which speared a hapless, passing ***** Whom I in my right mind would never choose.      As his was based on love injurious,      Poor Eros' gift to us is furious.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
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