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from Angel Queen For six centuries, steadily surging from the early darkness, a tiny uncharted island kingdom of the north flourished in isolation, under the divinely endowed leadership of the William Line. {Not to be mistaken for the Norman conqueror.} Nay, this royal line was the true-blooded of Williamland, which was miraculously spared the savage invasions and interruptions of its sister nations struggling for identity in the early medieval period. Free from such early attack it was able to manifest a social structure and sense of justice unrivaled in its time.  mailto:rrksr@att.net

 

 

 

 

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Without Amour

How can there be a cheerful life

Without a mate, without amour?

─Can there be a delighted wife

If no worthy hubby to adore?

Can there be romantic verse

When abruptly the converse?

Like asking if a bird can fly

With a single wing,

If an infant frets without a cry

For a mother’s comforting.

Chorus

Can birds fly

Do infants cry?

A lover less a caring heart—

Like a penny without an arcade,

A twin without a counterpart

Or a tree without its shade—

Is one who cannot swoon.

Under a harvest moon

Chorus

Can birds fly

Do infants cry?

 

 

An Old Man’s Unpublished Works 

Copyright © 1990, 2001 

Richard R. Kennedy 

All rights reserved. 

Revised: May 6, 2002 .

 

Joan Kennedy 1931-1991

Eyes of Green  

Her eyes of Ireland's green

Ignite the time of year







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Her presence under

 Christmas sheen

Is a gift-wrap too beautiful to shear.

Alas, the cry from death's abyss

Now chokes the seasonal bliss.

Yet my faith in her brings this:

From heaven's fleecy berth —

So fitting for a life of worth —

"To all we love, dispense with tears

And sing out yuletide cheers."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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