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| Here's a little poem wot I wrote for Carl Baldaccino of the West Mercia police: Oh, Maiden and mother, Old Hag and Crone, Entrance and Possess me, Make My life my own, Oh, do not forsake me in dark or in light, And make of my dreaming, A sure second Sight, For 'twas all for Bella, all for Bella, Four lucky lads from far Hagley, Went plucking Skulls Eggs From the old Wych Elm tree. On Wychbury hill, of ancient renown, A mighty old Battle was fought near this town, Some say it was Arthur That carried the fray, and he lies Beneath Saddleback hill to this day, They say was prince Kenelm The young Mercian King, That Harrow ed Hell To bring forth the spring, Of Crystal pure water The fair River Stour, And he will return when The men match the hour. Ring any bells Carl??? Reply | with quote | Posted by Forrester 15th April 2005ce 16:16 In reply to: RE: Wychbury (Forrester) |
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