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| The plan was simple: |
| I was to tether my horse |
| at the nearest post and arrive |
| at the south minneapolis |
| coffee shop clad in armor |
| and tales of knighthood |
| and you were to arrive |
| like an unannounced crier |
| and confess the secrets |
| of your world unknown |
| and I was to listen eagerly |
| with the eyes of a child |
| and remind you that |
| even in 2002 chivalry |
| is not dead and you were |
| to marvel at the wonders |
| of my world and remind me |
| once again why we met |
| and the evening was to roll |
| itself out like a carpet at our |
| feet and the sky was to |
| consume us like a forest |
| of spearmint and ivy |
| and I was to tell you |
| I was born with the moon |
| in Taurus and you were |
| tell me your favorite color |
| is green and I was to pretend |
| to listen as I yielded to your |
| voice and you were to smile |
| and make everything alright. |
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