A QUEEN’S CONSORT… a poem

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The parallax pomposity

Of an overly anxious man.

A cantilevered view

Through a spyglass made of sand.

Self-aware, in stalwart effort,

His reflection did he admire.

Until put to death…

By executioners hand…

As ordered by the Sire.

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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