Liar, Liar

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Our Mother of Victory

The King looked up, and what he saw Was a great light like death, For Our Lady stood on the standards rent, As lonely and as innocent As when between white walls she went And the lilies of Nazareth. One

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The Widow at Windsor

The thirty-first in my ongoing series examining the poetry of Rudyard Kipling. The other posts in the series may be read here, here , here , here, here , here, here, here, here, here, here, here , here, here, here

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My Bride and Mothers Day

Her children rose up, and called her blessed: her husband, and he praised her. Proverbs 31:28     My mother loved my bride from their first meeting.  They enjoyed shopping together, and my bride was the daughter she never had. My

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