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Tingly skies, full of surprise:
oh how I love when, with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart:
as if it were, poetic art!
It can’t be planned, it can’t be written:
the only way that you’ll be smitten
is when the gods determine so:
that dating website? Let it go!
Olympus will not be defied –
you can run, but you can’t hide!
Paint the bedroom, write a sonnet –
that arrow’s got your number on it!
Be you deaf or be you blind,
be you of a feeble mind,
be your credit card declined,
fired by DOGE or just resigned,
jacket store-bought or designed,
that missile’s bound for your behind!
When Cupid’s arrow aims for you,
there isn’t much that you can do!
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