He nothing common did or mean
Upon that memorable scene,
But with his keener eye
The axe’s edge did try;
Nor call’d the gods with vulgar spite
To vindicate his helpless right,
But bowed his comely head
Down as upon a bed.
This was that memorable hour
Which first assur’d the forced pow’r.
So when they did design
The Capitol’s first line,
A bleeding head, where they begun,
Did fright the architects to run;
And yet in that the state
Foresaw its happy fate.
I’m not sure The People (bless them) will appreciate your layers of irony.
But your attitude’s been noticed, comrade.
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Roundheads rule ! Down with the Cavaliers…
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Nice to see you today at Crazy Bruce. Given the abv, seems appropriate.
Oliver’s Army is here to stay….
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Well said, fRED
And let God be our dread…
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