Short Teutonic Poems

Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my 
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.

I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in 
a state of
disrepair.
 
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I 
still need to find a job....

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She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.
I watch her move with utmost grace
She looks at me with blushing face.
Her lovely smile a warm embrace,
My heart runs fast; it beats and leaps
She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.

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For Andrea's contest: "Short Form Pt 3"

* In several countries and in Teutonic 
languages the sun is considered female....

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