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In The Episcope Of Fond
That good old hymn, in chorus sung:
Immortal words in notes prolonged
and even the foundations
of all united nations
will take me to the Nexus
of England and Its Language
where English has prevailed
through trials and justice, jailed.
We had to be revisioned;
our futures screen-envisioned
in the Episcope of Fond
I did not loose our bond
I have not lost our Bond!
...Thursday 21st November 2024 1:05 pm
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