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Sep 2013
You said save the Damsel,
but she's in no distress

I'm selfishly half dressed and less
awake than my clothes expect me to be

You said woo her with poetry,
but I'm out of back-of-receipts and torn off edges

I'm tired, and the shiraz has got to me
it started tunnelling through hollowed veins hours back

You said she'll be gone with the dew
leaving nothing but drops on your lips
from Coffeeshoppoems.com, an online poetry blog
Tim Knight
Written by
Tim Knight  Cambridge
(Cambridge)   
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