No man who sees her and has faith In her sweet looks, her lovely eyes; Could ever believe, in any way Her heart is evil: her mind, it lies: But waters that slide calmly by Drown more than those that roar and sigh. They deceive who seem so fair, Oh, be wary of the debonair.Continue reading “The Lion in Winter – Poetry and Power”
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