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[month Of) July

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The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,
The purple Kings and all their mounted men;
They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade;
The Kings have broken down the Saracen.
Singing a great song of the eastern wars,
In crimson ships across the sea they came,
With crimson sails and diamonded dark oars,
That made the Mediterranean flash with flame.

And reading how, in that far month, the ranks

Formed on the edge of the desert, armoured all,
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Shaun Cronick 08 May 2020

Still timeless some poems seem to improve with age they never really seem to fade

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