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Apr 2014
My lance, my Lord,
Shall purge the weak,
My sword will it then follow,
If not, then cord
Me to a cross, burned until the morrow.
My shield, your arm,
I seek what you would need,
My gentry, my farm,
Is yours, my Lord, for you, my Lord I bleed.
Andrew P Marheine
Written by
Andrew P Marheine  Richmond, VA
(Richmond, VA)   
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