The Willathoe Poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Lawrie Stuart Ronton

An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.

The Willathoe



Grand high besighted,
Weapons delighted.
This is a rather missed tale.
You shall not pass!

Withered foe kneels at Horns,
With gathering Crimbons
applause.
Filthy Grambister cremates.

Another Enemy.

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Lawrie Stuart Ronton

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An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.
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