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More Book Curses--and my own!

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Chatelain'e Adieu

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Sounds of war drums are sounding Across the lands so dear Ere long the snows have thawed, They call kin from far and near. Onward my noblest cousins, Across the land so wide Beat back our Allies foes So we may welcome you with pride. Strange the land that is not home Goes forth a mighty host I’ll watch the banners flowing Remaining faithful at my post. Alack that I must remain, Far from battle and it’s mighty roar Left to wait, this lady’s fate Until they return once more. Written for a challenge in February 2008 to write a poem a day all month.
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