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Oh, it is like my heart
Has been set free
From its cage of white
To skip across
The red, red fields of passion
So vulnerable to the golden arrows
Of the winged child
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Check out more of my poems here!
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Oh, it is like my heart
Has been set free
From its cage of white
To skip across
The red, red fields of passion
So vulnerable to the golden arrows
Of the winged child
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Check out more of my poems here!
Geddit?
I was inspired to write some wisecracks when I started reading a book called Selling Hope. It’s a really great book. I really recommend buying it!
