To My Queen 1/4/19 Read Count : 8

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Your shape is exquisite 


As if molded by a genius sculptor 


You are supremely stacked


Your movements flow like the wind


I  have been on you-ecstasy of the gods


And long too once again


But it is never to be


As you lay rusting in a English Harbor 


Still-You will  always be my 


Queen Elizabeth 








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