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Nov 2014
Between two caves
deep underground
lies a place they call
the whispering sound.

Once
a place of castles
Kings and Queens,
a place of silence in
your dreams,
a place where Arthur has the throne,
where Robin Hood is known and
speaks of John and Will and
Friar Tuck,
where
Puck ***** on the nannies ***.
(the last bit an irrelevance)
but needs must speak
of past and all events.

They were seen,
the courtiers passing vessels to
the Queen,and she who
plots against the King was seen by
Fairies in the fairy ring.

Spells were cast
a ruling passed
and
death flew in on scarlet wings.

In the whispering sound
deep underground
silence sits alone,
no king no throne,
the whispers whisper
all alone.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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