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Note to a Lady in Waiting

The white charger's belly is bloated with hay The helmet helm's rusted quite shut The tack room door hinges are tearing away The leather's un oiled and dry The lance is still good It is bracing the fence but I traded the sword for a pen I am presently seeking a page So if you're still waiting and anticipating A Lochinvar ending of sorts I shall purchase wild oats for the horse I recall how to sow them of course With hardly a shred of remorse

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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