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Tingly skies, full of surprise: oh how I love when, with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart: as if it were, poetic art! It can’t be planned, it can’t be written: the only way that you’ll be smitten is when the gods determine so: that dating website? Let it go! Olympus will not be defied – you can run, but you can’t hide! Paint the bedroom, write a sonnet – that arrow’s got your number on it! Be you deaf or be you blind, be you of a feeble mind, be your credit card declined, fired by DOGE or just resigned, jacket store-bought or designed, that missile’s bound for your behind! When Cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do!