Had you not tilted at them
Those giants most peacefully would have
Stayed what they are:
Giants grinding their bit without a thought.
Fairly out of your way then.
So long as you do not drive them into
Making use of their brains, awful enough
They'd be loath to ape a bunch of
Run-down windmills––and you
Certainly are on the sure side, knight valiant.
Do savor the day instead of taking
A daring peek at vane-glorious mills;
In times out of joint, windy moments
You better sow your wild oats
Without forthwith allowing for an all too floury outcome.
July 12, 2007
lundi 19 novembre 2007
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