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                          Cradle Killed Love

                             The fatal trait was hers to grieve--
                           Too old for heartaches, she believed—
                      Sweet traitorous blue ripped from the skies
                        This whistle blue ---enticed his eyes--
                          
                              This fellow's time was lightly passed.
                            Her artless smile numbed him aghast
                                 An email heart of charming dreams
                           Slaughtered him with schoolgirl schemes.

                                 Her father warned her as a child
                               Stout hearts be wary-- stiffly styled--
                                      The only way to live pain free
                                 Is cradle-killed before you’re three.

                                                Just number loves
                                              paint on your smile--
                                                    let lovers chase
                                               a quarter mile
                                       let them think
                                             they've won the race
                                       tell them that you've dreamed their face.  

V Anderson-Throop 2013

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