of Knights humble.

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of Knights humble.

Trying to be a knight
in shining armour,
I answered a call,
to save a daimsel,
in distress.
I went tilting
like old Dom Quichotte,
at a windmill.
Caught in a sail,
spun round and
round,
blind to what was before me,
ended crumpled on the ground.
She didn't want to be saved.
It ended in a bloody mess.
I wound up feeling like a frog,
pretending to be not
what I was,
to make sure
she knew not,
and went away
still feeling
like a princess.

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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 2:47 PM CST

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