Cupid

and winged,
Seeking thrones
where nought have kinged.
His arrow pulled from a
shivering quiver,
his aim on the mark
for a quivering shiver.
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A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
Labels: poem
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Oh what a romantic spirit you are.... and how I love you...
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