Orchestra
A nobler man not borne yet of time
Globe seen not yet another kind of thee
Sir Lord Tennyson orchestrates the love
Refuel the light that burn in the mind
A bountiful of wisdom not yet seen
An Uber mind of tactical prowess
The orchestra of a turbulent palliate blood
Valentine Francis
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Poet's note: An eulogy to Alfred Lord Tennyson in line with my prowess also.
Comparing my prowess with that of Alfred Lord Tennyson.
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