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Queen Elizabeth Speaks

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My hands were stained with blood, my heart was
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God,
Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare's feet have trod.

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Shaun Cronick 16 August 2019

Brilliant composition. Joyce Kilmer tragically died in France in 1918 killed by a snipers bullet. What a waste for such a talented, gifted soul. What could have been.....

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