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HARRY'S Son - The Court Jester writes..

The secret’s out – Hip! Hip! Horray! Meghan Markle has had her way: no papparazzi just a note to state.. ..gold framed upon the palace gate.. a baby born to her and Prince Harry. It was a very private affair - narry a Home Secretary  was there to see the birth - a custom ended by decree: though historically meant as inclusion t’was deemed at last a male intrusion. Now in an age where all is bi- ethnic black and white tie parently neat and true with the royal blood line’s red, white,  and blue. By George! To Will and Kate in poetry  - I must relate there is no comparison other than that word rhymes with Harrison. Hey. Nonny. Nay. Alack a day - I must away, for this verse done and said I could withall lose my head. Tobias
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anthony-brady
79 / M / English
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Written by
anthony-brady
79 / M / English
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May 15, 2019
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