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Dec 2011
He was leader of no country.
King of no Sceptered Isle.
He never led his folk to battle.
It just never was his style.

The history books we have
recount the foibles of the "great"
The cannon fodder mass of men,
in these tomes, never rate.

He died,and, like a coral,
lent his bones to form the reef
that stands between the tidal plain
and the waters of belief.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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