Camelot

Yellow mustard flowers trampled
into sand that is undying
.
Men that fade into blue jeans
Rifted and worn into holes
Life set into a mist and rain
Hanging like a dead fairy
No pretense at opposition
Can a war victim be a hippy?
Lady of the lake my dear
Hurry now and interfere
King Author is delayed

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