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Would you believe me if I said this is mostly true, certainly not full-fledged. ;)

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. —William Shakespeare Cupid Knocks War waged with red ribbons and lights of white. The lights pure, expansive, deep and wide; and ribbons spaced upon a stone wall. War waged, why you wonder; the holidays thunder. Across the street since half past October, erected, dastardly tall; couldn’t, hardly, have been borrowed from a laboratory scientist or graphic teacher; unless this could be a Goliath and his found head. Engaged in warfare - serendipitous armor of the Christian; the stiff-necked, serpentine, who fires eyes like darts. (oh isn’t this delicious fodder, as I pass by and bypass all.) Oh, just send a news crew to investigate; first the cold case. Who is enjoying this more? Sure, he must look out his pane and see this superstructure of bones with no skin, a cane - not candy, but bait; a Christmas bow tie to hold severed neck. (I jest! This seamless skeleton, this unseemly demon, kept.) War waged since half past December. The holidays thunder. I wonder who will fold. It’s a tick past February, and Cupid’s in a quandary. Such a state, as he aims, but which way. (Perhaps he can get them to obey the love your neighbor rule.) Still, will Barry Bones be given a big red heart, a box of chocolates, stationary to bother the kind old soul across the way? How small the man, the skeleton, all told, there is practically no skin in the game. Father Christmas doesn’t mind his electric bill - it razzes the intemperate, raises the heat, further hoses down the closet where the spectacle came from. Perhaps this neighbor ran out of room to store his aggravations; by moon he must endure a level starry night. I’m tickled. I can see the sparkles down the street. Still there, every night, night after night. I wonder what brews in the homes of despair and enlightenment. I would love to interview the two. What would I eschew? What fodder to chew? Cupid knocks. This is going to be fun…

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Date: 2/6/2025 7:49:00 PM
Wow- what a lot to wrap my brain around. Love how you cut and mend with your words, dear Kim.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 2/7/2025 3:49:00 AM
Thank you so much! The battle continues and I chuckle every time I pass these neighbors.

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