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Jan 2012
Maybe there is only one real shot at love, life, happiness?

& if you miss it the first time,

the arrow no longer ever flies straight,

but must transverse a maze that would confound the gods

to come anywhere near hitting a mark again.

What if my aim is not that good,

my sight too short,

or my arm not that strong...

where will that arrow land?
Christine
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