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Apr 2016
Alas my breed is dying,
Ol' warrior of the sea,
Sail and conquered the furthest reach,
Of which there's no denying,
Born and bred for fighting,
Real descendants of vikings,
Broad by shoulders,
Broad by heart,
Charged by gods of lightning,
Thundered through storms,
A hundred or more,
And plundered the shores of likening,
Alas my breed is dying,
For our past has been lost,
To the treasures of time,
Our pedigree drained,
Such a pitying plight,
How best to describe?
My pain and my strife,
When words are so weak!
"How I will miss.. my ol' dying breed"..
Jordan LC Murphy
Written by
Jordan LC Murphy  30/M/London
   Brent Fisher and ---
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