III.
Poor boy, you're stupid,
now both of us are stuck,
for it was our cupid,
that you've hit with a truck.
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PoésieHow it all started? Well, there was a girl and she met an angel, who touched her heart and made her knees weak. And this is how it went on... This book is full of poems that aren't a continuing story, but they share one. They're connected by thought...
The Cupid { III.}
III.
Poor boy, you're stupid,
now both of us are stuck,
for it was our cupid,
that you've hit with a truck.
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