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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cupid's Little Arrow
[time] => 2004-07-11 13:29:13
[hometext] => What if Cupid actually was flitting about, lofting darts hither, and thither....*s*
[bodytext] => I scoffed at Cupid And his gentle art Until the sting of His infamous dart! I was happy Without a care The sun beat warm Upon my face Life was good My soul at rest 'til Cupid loosed his dart At my innocent breast My peace vanished Without a trace As the barb dug in My most secret place I was transported And all was bliss As I revelled in Each bounteous kiss I basked in the warmth Of my lover's arms I extolled in verse Each of her charms And marvelled my luck 'til shortly after A chance remark And mocking laughter About a sorry cluck Who failed to see What he enjoyed She gave to all for free! With Cupid's veil Ripped from my eyes There's a wave of pain And none to heed my cries The lady's lost her sparkle If indeed there ever was And stands revealed, a drab Bowing to male applause. Epilogue I chance to see her Out and about Frequenting places Where men hang out A regretful twinge Claws at my heart For a love lost Now we're apart If the mischievous Imp should chance to note A lonely figure Trudging by the moat And lofts another dart I'd gladly bare my chest And invite the shaft To seek out my breast (For, I'll not deny) I miss those days When love was sweet And I worshiped At my love's feet Stoney, February 28, 1997 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 46 [informant] => Stoney1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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