
 To My Queen        1/4/19
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              Category : Poems
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Your shape is exquisiteAs if molded by a genius sculptorYou are supremely stackedYour movements flow like the windI have been on you-ecstasy of the godsAnd long too once againBut it is never to beAs you lay rusting in a English HarborStill-You will always be myQueen Elizabeth


 
 