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He walked his own way
through every day,
a modern knight
arrayed in jeans.

And dragons he slayed
with words he displayed,
gave up their fight
with mourning keen.

Romance in his heart
shot many a dart,
like Cupid's bow
through maidens fair.

His feelings impart
true love will not start
lest she will show
she deeply cares.

And now he has left
on a wandering quest,
to search for peace
he sorely needs.

On high mountain peaks
the future he seeks,
once more to sow
his verbal seeds.

Dedicated to my friend and fellow poet Richard Carlton

K.Tate Jacoby
copyright May 8, 2009

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