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In A Siesta

I met Cupid the other day
Lounging alone in the tranquil park,
By the lively lake, on the soft-thatched clay,
Where love was vowed in lay by faithful larks.
In timid steps I drew near to him,
I patted his shoulder once, so fearful
That he was asleep- indeed he seemed
To be, so I waited at a distance patiently.
I waited as the lake and air were lent with gold,
Among the oblivion of children’s mirth,

The transient footsteps of humanity-
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