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Apr 2013
1.
Ye knew not me
As passing by
On yonder shore.



2.
No query of tongue, m'Lord
Canst let scales fall down.



3.
Sired was I nobly
Yet....
Thy Lady
Fall'st
To Papa.



4.
Desolation reaped
While trust is placed
And honour
Forever lost.



S T, 11 April 2013
Looks like Lancelot was a naughty lad, then....
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