Away they raced
Newell Convers Wyeth
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Mira que ya era hora
que terminara la Cruzada...
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Ahora tu rey deberá esperar,
tu rey y tu dios y el grial y los moros...
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Me disculpan pero a mí me toca,
ya es mi turno y no hay excusa...
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Aquí, bajo mi manto
te espera mi territorio sagrado...
mucho más que listo
para la conquista.
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mmr
I wish I could read your poem, though I think I get the jist. I just wanted to say thanks for all of your encouragement regarding my photography!
ReplyDeleteBlessings...
Brandon
Hi!
ReplyDeleteIt's such an honor to have you here!!!
Well, what can I say!... I'm just a fan of your work with the camara.
I've already include a link to your blog here.
Thanks for the visit
Mony