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Friday, April 11, 2008

# 11

Huntin' For Love
by GC SMITH

My bow
always
at the ready;
my quiver
packed
with arrows

I am
the Archer',
it is written
in the stars;
of that
there
is no
doubt

So when
December
rolled around
I was
on the
hunt,
my arrows
turquoise
tipped

Though
not exactly
Cupid
I hunted
for her
heart;
shot me a
bullseye,
my arrow
found its
mark

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