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To slip between,

    The stencilled browse,

To give a turn,

     To the here and now.



Where here is a station,

    Of less common ways.

And now is the waiting,

    For other days.



To be not a Man,

    And not sulk at thus found,

But a Woman to free,

    And a drink to put down.



Perhaps an illusion,

    Of pure delight,

May well bring the dire,

    To create the true Knight.



But to Gallop or Trot,

     To the Damsel's distress,

Is only giving credence,

    To the original mess.



So I shall bed me up,

    To sleep me sound,

And not harry the scoundrel,

    That keeps to the ground.