Erik, I come from the far future or else centuries before,
so my grasp of the when of whom I am talking to can miss the barn door.
That air of disstinktion flew from a craving to please.
All I wanted was gallantry, not to swing from the trees.
I failed to perfume or perform like Shakespearean heroes,
making ill wind blow good or bend ones out of zeroes.
Last edited by Allen Tice; 06-22-2018 at 11:03 AM.
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