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Fire your arrow, hit her on the head.

That's what Aphrodite said.

I watched, as the young man said, 'will you be mine?'

Aphrodite said that the girl would decline,

unless I hit her, exactly on time.

 

It was an accident, I swear that it is!

I didn't mean to hit the young man on that shoulder of his.

The girl stood there and stayed

as the man went away,

singing out love songs to a casket of wine.

Aphrodite


By Tia

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