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Monday, February 28, 2005 Herald Gaculais a poem by gab caraon Hark the herald he is here Ever clever, ever dear Receives and hears the probs of peers A worthy job, to lose it he fears Lover of Helen, best friend of Troy Divine Comedy, he truly enjoys Ganelon, a foe he fights to the death And a place in Paradiso I'm sure he could get Chivalry's emblem he carries at heart Under the heart of La Mancha's green grounds Looks are deceiving; don't judge him that way An epitomy of stunning, he'll soon make you sway I blurt out this poem in tribute to him Sir Knight of Arts and Warrior of God |
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