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Jan 2014
1st Stanza:
"When My Life Hath All But Lost, A Barren Fleet Of A Weeping Man"..."And The Moon Hath To My Eye Lost, With Several Journeys Of No Strand"

2nd Stanza:
"Within These Four Walls I Thus Tarried/ Hoping That Tis Gaze May Fetch A Glimpse Of Her/ And The Good Old Memories We Lived On Various Siege/ Were All But Gone By Wind's Chaff!"

3rd Stanza:
"Though The Winds May Frown/ a Soul Left To Die Hath No Loss/ Hath I Besieged Naught My Queen And Crown/ Words Need Not Say Much!// For This Sea Where Endless Hath But Drowned/ For What Awaits I'd Gladly Give With No Cost!"

4th Stanza:
"Alas! My Paddling Reached Me To The Shores/ And To Behold My Eyes/ A Figure Dressed In Red Top;// Could It Be She Whom My Soul Doth Lunged?/ Nor She That My Efforts Find?"

Last Stanza:
"Behold As I Heaved Slowly/ Ripping The Veils Off Her Head/ She Was Non Other Than My Leslie/ Her Beauty Which Hath For Years So Fair A Spotless Sheet/ Once Again Returned A New Leaf!"
The poem is somewhat descriptive. A tale of two lovers that parted for a long time. Then fate brought them together beneath the 'night of the crescent moon', so they lived happily ever after.
Patrick Sunday
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Patrick Sunday  Gwarinpa Estate
(Gwarinpa Estate)   
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