tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13006586.post-1124717886871321692005-08-22T06:38:00.000-07:002005-08-22T06:41:42.383-07:00

by Victor Om Shanti On the dark road to Destiny Mugged, was I, by Love While distracted, I stood, holding my gun Her Cupid fletched arrow Heart pierced me to the marrow I accuse, and I convict her, With no chance of pardon By the governor, Of stealing my heart. For she's the One. She's the one, the arsonist of love Who inflames my heart and fires my passions Hauled into the line-up Within the

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