It was requested that I post this poem of mine here, to this group, and, 
not seeing any reason why not, I shall invoke my own arrogance and grace 
your presence with my work.  Please send any comments to me, directly.  
Thank you for you patient.

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In days of old,
when knights were bold
and dragons were as mean as, well.
Mortals knew it was them and not the knights
   that fell.

The humans forgot,
the score in the dragons lot.
Sometimes the knights didn't have fun,
'cause sometimes the dragon won.

Even when these fights were over and done,
and the dragons had their mighty fun.
They remembered and took great care,
'cause they knew some sword, their number it
    did bare.

So caution to all knights,
Near or at the end of crows' flights.
There are creatures, whose life your sword will end,
But beware, there may be claws that _you_ to
    death, will send.

			-copyright 1990
			 (THuG)


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