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Ha ha ha gotcha!

Ha...ha...ha... gotcha!

The imagined intimated response
linkedin to a swindler's
imagined thought bubble
silently spouting you ain't nothing
but a pluperfect sucker...
rendered penniless suffered
courtesy a financial blow
now left forced to eat crow
forfeiting every last red cent,
plus if applicable escrow
being analogous to an indentured servant
denied luxury and security of nest egg,
hence peace of mind to forego
pipe dreams given the heave-ho
resigned to

GOTCHA !

"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, 
        the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !” 

Stupid, stupid Cupid 
Lost His bow and arrow 
Put it down when He found a flute 
Why it magically just appeared right

Gotcha !

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
	the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Unpredictable seas with droplets that spray oh how the sharp rocks being where they lay,
	Affects how sea nymphs stalk and capture their prey as if it were, a play !
Restless winds pervade

GOTCHA!

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, 
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
What a surprise, with little doe eyes,
the puffy little critter did steal my heart.
With fluffy white and orange fur, he started to purr,
and there went what's left of my heart.
With love that

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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”

Sneakin’ up like a thief in the night, no warning, no clue
he’s playin’ hearts like a game just what he must do
Laughter spills, eyes lock, ain’t no subtle moves
love’s wild dance got you

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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 ! 

The juvenile lyrical mind under infantile skin,
like the sweetness of the fruit ripe already,
will have the mute desire to reach and win
with artistic heart pulsating within puerile body. 

Rising from

GOTCHA

Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise
The little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
This makes everyone exciting… can’t wait for his launching
Drawing two loving hearts, yours and your future sweetheart’s.

Sweet angel for pairs of pure doves, bound them with so much love
Little rascal casting his magic,

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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 !

Arrow friend or arrow foe,
     until it hits you won't know;
the blush of love where friendship lived,

Gotcha!

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!

He conceals behind the blush of day,
nips in, then dashes back away
with grinning lips and silver bow,
he strikes before I even know.

A stranger smirk, I feel the spark—
my calm heart a blind bargain,
no

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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 !
His countenance reeks of admiration, which speech can't disguise—
          but much of this—his

GOTCHA!

GOTCHA !

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!

My heart was once a lonely keep, a silent place while I did sleep.
But then you came, my tabby boy, a cream-colored, purring joy.
I trace the stripes across your fur, my solace

Gotcha!

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 hits it's mark on the brightest day or in the dark.
Cupid's aim is always good, he chooses his targets as he should.
He knew that I was meant for you from the start,

Gotcha!

Tingly skies full of surprise- oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art.

Like magic, when he pulls his bow,
two hearts then tether in love's glow.
His arrow binds them then as one
to spin beneath the lover's sun
as special feelings grow and flow.

This happened when I was

When Proof of Gotcha Is Ignored

After reading opinions of many PS poets, I'm sick of hearing phrases like, 
"it's causing big problems," "making me heartbroken," "it sickens me," and many other negative thoughts that are detrimental to the site. I've given up trying to comprehend why some use it and claim it as their own. It's the same with plagiarizing,

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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 !

Cupid found me and turned me into mush 
when he walks by I suddenly begin to blush ! 
Cupid has my number and when he rings my bell 
I feel all

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