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Cupid has a shot gun…Poetry

​Cupid used to be here With halo so pure Cherubic faced Shoots with an arrow --- Cupid hovers over the town Tonight people are falling Over and again in love Arrows pierce their hearts --- Cupids shoots at me Once and twice He shoot again and again Till his quiver went empty --- His arrows… Continue reading Cupid has a shot gun…Poetry