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Poems by Bob Beveridge
Mary, Its Time To Go

The little girl looks down from the wall to the gardens below
Her red hair flutters in the breeze, as she watches the others below
Little does she know the heartbreak and pain that will follow her life
Her little head filled only with toys and games, not affairs of state
A voice behind her calls 'Mary! its time to go.'
The years pass in a blur of castles,palaces,death and intrigue
A baron queen jealous of a cousins good looks and heir
Sits on a throne and plots and connives to destroy
Like all before her, 'whats theirs is mine and whats mine is mine'
A box of letters should do the trick  and rid me of this troublesome itch!
So go! Arrest! Imprison! Deny! For soon I'll sign the warrant to die!
The mist swirls on a chill morning and once again a voice calls
Mary its time to go
Proudly she walks to the block, a real queen
Her red dress flutters in the breeze and as she kneels down
Once again a little girl looks down from the wall and closes her eyes.

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