Roderick Wilkes Poems

You dwell in the shadows of great men.
hear their battle cries, my friend
coming from the splendid past
and, to your honor, you hold fast.
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There were the shimmering of jewels
and the fighting of duels
for high and mighty stakes.
There were ponies prancing
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Much was concealed,
giving emphasis to charms revealed.
The motif was the knees,
stolen from a Grecian frieze.
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