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The Trellis Of Cornwall
If I were an eyelash in the cup of Gods tea
I'd sail off to Cornwall , to the land of His brie
Where God was a seagull , top the galleons with sail
To the coves of Cornwall , and begin with this tale
Where God chiseled England , from His pockets of clay
And knelt with St. George , to whittle Cornwall aweigh
Where God was in garden , stood a trellis for His Son
In the...
Sunday 7th August 2011 9:39 pm
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