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Knighthood
In third grade we were just amorphous blobs,
by fifth grade, we'd been sorted.
Princes, princesses, also-rans,
and of course, the unrewarded.
I was the budding knight,
and you the fragile flower.
Funny how I didn't notice then
the missing petals in the dower.
It came as a suprise to me,
that the sorting never stops
You'll think you've won
the fight is done
And then the ...
Wednesday 25th October 2017 3:53 pm
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