Call Thee Knight Tomorrow, Call Yon Knight, Today. Poem by Michael Gale
Call Thee Knight Tomorrow, Call Yon Knight, Today.
Beget beset my widow....
Regret my family tree.
Forget to be my one true love...
Forget thee-faithfully.
Naught for of the 'morrow...
Naught for of one deed.
Call the knight tomorrow...
Who'll ride in upon his trusty steed.
Free the chamber maids...
Feed the children...
Brushed they do, upon their braids...
Long, long due, the guilded masses.
Time locked up behind thy glass...
Forever lost from years of past.
Love be fickle...
Love be fast.
Dearly nearly...
Never yet.
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4/23/2024 7:39:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sir mihael jeffrrey of the3 knights....you're really pen pumpin' today aren't ya'...you seem to be in a good flow, so....don't stop now! ''''''''''''''''''''''''frank