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Nov 2016
"When the Thin Whyte Duke
And the Prince lay colde
When the fools stande talle
And the bigots bolde
The man of orange shall seize the throne
From the one they calle "The Clyntoone Crone"
Then men wille weepe and children waile
(The internete declare a "FAILE")
To no availe fore I have seene
The worlde will ende in twenty hundrede and sixteene!"
Not my own work but rather a lost quatrain of Nostradamus that I found on ancient parchment whilst dusting behind my telly!
Written by
Dylan Gabo
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