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Jun 2014
I dreamt the castle walls began to crack
and slow at first, they tumbled with despair.
The towers met the ground in the attack,
the lovely turrets fell through clouded air.
Princes on their valiant noble steeds
rode out with mortar crashing in their wake
with guilty thoughts of each unpleasant deed
and hurried prayers for maidens to awake
I dreamt the valley there began to burn
daffodils went spinning in the breeze
the peasants woke in desperate concern
each praying man went crashing to his knees
The king that night stayed dreaming in his bed
while castle walls fell down around his head
Elizabeth B
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