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windmills
windmills
the old windmills
in Spain, slowly turning
large cloth blades
turning and grinding
ancient grains of the past
lined up in a row on a hillside
waiting for Don Quixote
to mistake them for giants
with his sidekick Pancho
he attacked them
only to get his lance
caught in the canvas blades
thought he had been tricked
by an evil...
Sunday 24th January 2021 4:47 pm
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