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A little reflection
on the state we're in.
A Knight's Tale
With chaptered verse
To course his veins
He quarried out his own demesne
Set off to find the Holy Grail
The crept along the paper trails.
And naked in his stirrup cups
He'd fleece you from the bottom up
And tilt along the dotted lines
He lived in interesting times.
And tiring of such daring deeds
Drew sustenance in other creeds
Such prospects as would tilt your hat
Noblesse oblige no less than that.
Allowed such little license pleased
Himself to charge
Professional fees.
Frank Murphy.
Photograph: Cannon at Trim Castle
County Meath.
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