who can find a windmill to tilt
in a land without windmills
not all have a suit of armour
and horse for windmill tilting
with windmill tilting
aim must be so high
windmills reach to the sky
wheel turns from earth to sky
then pilgrimage to amusement park
stay grounded tilt a Ferris Wheel
pick round and round riders to tilt at
such stories are silly watching wheel
turning makes ardent tilter dizzy
in reality this behaviour is stupidity
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