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October 4, 2013


Were I …


Were I a cave to own I would never hurt your head

nor let Brontosauri feast upon your fields


I would invent courtship merely to gain your love

and post T-Rexes, properly humble, to keep marauders at bay


Were I a knight errant I would not worship your honour

as others, who for your favour vainly joust


Grand paeans to your beauty would I pen

and remain near you, to ardently court your love


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