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Jan 2016
I held onto your nettle rope
that your hands fashioned
then we  descended
the watch tower in Leith Hill,
elopimg  through the
greensand way
so that we could by pass the silent pool
where no young maiden could
tbe waylaid
by errant Knights again.
By such means compassion blossomed
gallantry pertained to new days
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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