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Created on: April 20, 2008
Not very much,
It has to be said,
Just little things
That may mess with your head.
The Holy Grail,
With Templar Knights,
Elvis Presley,
And the Northern Lights.
Robin Hood, Maid Marion,
Friar Tuck and the boys,
A Visa, a Mastercard,
Walt Disney with toys.
Cleopatra's trampoline,
Bruce Lee's fist,
Many of these things
May not exist.
For the sword of St Peter,
Arthur, Roland and Joan,
Are psychological parcels,
For my kids at home.
They will rake my wallet,
Looking for stuff,
So these parcels are my way,
Of saying "enough is enough".
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