THe old Matters
Past the white horse
the high Road to take
Horse traders strapping
and preening for the day
A harem to conquer
ITs Babylon also bored
Cinderella for the day
shes a Queen in white lance
Impasses sealed in Gold
They cripple a course
Internal Mixtures
The Posh acylates
languish for the day
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