Blaze Pascal
Of Blaze Pascal the story goes
An infant of distinct
His mother, Lady Rae-Marie
Of her own instinct
Did suckle starving infant
When at last, he showed his face
To bless all those who set up camp
To wait upon his grace
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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