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Acheress

Criss-crossing shots of Cupid,
Ebullient from your tress- tangled face.
Is my heart
The target of your dart?

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stever commented on Acheress 11-13-2009: this is good , nice big words,, but this comment is longer; Reply to Comment

charmingthought commented on Acheress 01-25-2009: It's Clever.; Reply to Comment

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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