Great British Halls
. for public domain
Hidden on bookshelves
in Great British Halls,
where one thing's another,
or nothing at all,
Truth is well written,
but not spoken well
widely, for few
rarely read well.
It takes time to read well,
but who has the time,
between work, sleep, and prayer,
sips of Scotch or some wine?
No mind, no mind. Truth will out.
Barristers and Eggheads
are always about,
and we, adoze in our bed,
to our comfort we are wed
more than to our city and state.
And if it all should crumble?
Don't worry, it can wait.
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