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"waile" poems
"When the Thin Whyte Duke And the Prince lay colde When the fools stande talle And the bigots bolde The man of orange shall seize the throne From the one they calle "The Clyntoone Crone" Then men wille weepe and children waile (The internete declare a "FAILE") To no availe fore I have seene The worlde will ende in twenty hundrede and sixteene!"
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
The lost Quatrain