Death Of A Queen Time passes doesn’t it?All the power and the gloryThat once were yoursNow lie on and in a wooden boxSuch a long timeFor you to reign as the saying goesYou, with your face on our coinsA voice from the pastPreaching traditional valuesAs few others canManaging parliament as you doAnd yet forbidden entryGivingContinue reading “Poetry Returns”
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