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My task done,
My song sung,
A head, his trophy,
His name was Sophie…
His battle fought,
A scar sought,
His allegiance bought,
He lived for naught,
Never was he caught…
Out of the past,
He came at last,
His fortune amassed,
Of me he has harassed…
Power he desires,
His distant kin,
Burned in fires,
Never will he expire…
Born of a higher caste,
In the fires of a furnace blast,
His kingdom in mind,
Is far and above vast,
Me he has maligned,
You get thee behind,
Only I can of him be kind…
© me – 7/7/14
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Sandie
Posting Joisey Devil Self- Portrait.
Tis but a mirror image here in tha Den...
That Ewe pretend to... Hate !
If'n I make Dante's Seventh Circle in Hades...
Surel yew will make the NINTH!
Love ya!
Jane
Rx
Regis
Ron