Plan B
Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined
The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring
Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting
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