Old Cupid
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David Wood
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As each century slowly passes
Cupid's grown old, and now needs glasses
His arrows are no longer straight
And all love is left to its fate.
He no longer has the strength to fire
His arrows for love's desire
They all miss their mark
And love is left floundering in the dark.
What a sad tale to tell
For someone who rings my bell
Has no idea or notion
That love is such a sweet potion.
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