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Tilting Windmills

The pretentiousness of I Tilting at windmills In the hope of Dulcinea Little did I know that My Shadow Had the only giants To be found

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Date: 3/8/2017 12:35:00 AM

Quixote, never stop. If there weren't any Quixotes in the world, it would be a very bad place..... Exactly what Deb and Phil said below me :)

Date: 3/7/2017 10:54:00 AM

Don't ever stop "tilting windmills " Thomas! This world needs more like Don Quixote! Well done. Hugggs. Deb

Tomas Vincent Marra
Date: 3/7/2017 2:18:00 PM

Thanks for the encouragement Deb! Despite my reticence, I intend to charge into battle again Sancho Panza

Date: 3/7/2017 7:36:00 AM

We are all looking for our version of Dulcinea; if that is tilting windmills then where is my spear? Good one Vincent.

Tomas Vincent Marra
Date: 3/7/2017 10:31:00 AM

Thanks kindly Phil