Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Take care of the windmills, Don William!
Yes, I will battle the giants with my pencil!
Don Quixote—the wide-eyed destined for tears.
I write these words of thanks, because nodding makes no sound.
How apt, William. There is something in your gentle nature that reminds me of the wonderful Don Quixote, though i doubt that you are so naive.
Elisabeth, I find your doubt reassuring. Because there is much evidence to the contrary.
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Take care of the windmills, Don William!
Yes, I will battle the giants with my pencil!
Don Quixote—the wide-eyed
destined for tears.
I write these words of thanks, because nodding makes no sound.
How apt, William. There is something in your gentle nature that reminds me of the wonderful Don Quixote, though i doubt that you are so naive.
Elisabeth, I find your doubt reassuring. Because there is much evidence to the contrary.
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