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Elegy On The Death Of Margaret Thatcher
The iron-mettled voice no more shall ring -
In prowess unmatched, crafty words so bold:
What lethal smack of gracious wit they bore!
Whose sublime wryness, flawed though seemed betimes;
Could yet prove apt to coax a thousand 'wows'.....
..... Mrs. Thatcher -
Gently-charmed as ever now in death.....
To sundry eyes, a shrouded myth appears:
Which, choose to love or loathe as much you may,
Would still in mortal hearts its presence bear....
Lo! - all she did was done for Britain's sake,
In high-hopes that those long-gone days be near;