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His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed;on burnished hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flowed his soft brown curls as on he rode,as he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river, he flashed in to the crystal mirror..Tirra Lirra by the river sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom. she mad three paces through the room,She saw the the water -lily bloom,She saw the helmet and the plum.She looked down to Camelot..Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; The curse is come up on me; She cried, The Lady Of Shalott.....My most Fav poem of all times..Robbie..
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 16:14:08 +0000

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