the poets, the fairies,



the children and their dreams



lesser them than other things



nothing grand built by their hand



nor armaments for kings



only simple notions and ideas thought



of no value 'cept for what



after  the wars, the memories



are beauty with form naught.

Alec Penwalt Smith
Poet, Author, Philosopher, Gypsy
poets, fairies   2012
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