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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.' Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.' all of these Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration none Can deny it, seeds of thought in Lewis's mind grew into Enchanted forests even braille did find it. And shared to The world by many houses, published gems given to milions of children my imagination it rouses.' Gondor of Middle earth from these hills Tolkien drew' its white walls And turrets and hidden gardens shone through.' And Elgar twined the Sough of its breeze.' The lambence of light in tones to Please.' To refresh the spirits to inform the ears.' That grace And beauty are to be played despite dread or fear.' In the face of Hitler they were rehersed.' Indomitable riposte to wagners Stuka played curse.' And now the enemy in different form Under the cloak of green climate' snorts and paws cash From rate payers is being put to miss-use..Same old trope Of miss-infomation is now in use a commitie starved down From twenty eight to six.!! Consolidating power the usual Tricks.' Now two hundred new houses have been allowed Concrete scars will be in situ where once fields were plowed.' Sacrilige plain in your face, ok'd by cronies yet There is video trace.' I raise my eyes to Malverns hills I Raise my pen, would it had quill.' I would despatch it to pierce the evil soul, of this cold committe let it be told.' May litratures warriors get to the fire.' Email Malvern council the 'need is sore' let them know of the poets ire the Revenge merits to be meted.' Justice must be requited.'
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