Gordon G Hall |
Writer and Neo-Philhellene
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Poetry to Fool
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If you really cannot 'get' this riddle, email me at words@lakefell.com We speak as one but are alone Not quite Clapped out and with Appeal In Sted-fast English, we were Found Royals and Minors throughout the land
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