In Medias Re

January 31, 2015

Standing where no sturdy stone or stoic tone

Could tease and tremble, each ancient crude assemble

Of the Holy Seat of Scone!

And still apathy doth discard it's leaden weight

Upon this now redundant, rural Scottish state!

A feeble attempt to appease this throne

(unfinished)

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