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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1590104

In 1798 A.D.

In the glorified time of Highness,
seventeen hundred of years and after,
Then, ninty eight add to those afore,
when it was to begin with laughter.

Across the lands spread the whisper,
about the freedom under the bayonet.
No Napper no Wolfe Tone shall be then,
but only the rise of Glory, after sunset.
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