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Apologies, I don't know why it looks fine when I click send but when it arrives, the lines are all mixed up. I guess in Outlook, what you see it not what you get. I tested this with another mail account so it should be ok. By sevens they fall, the words of the kings There Chaucer thru Troilus brang forth royal rime Before me, the poet, the one whose soul sings All manner of song, to pass beyond time. Scenes then of war and love and of crime. What then, is in me as words gather a riot? Pallette of my blood, to colour the quiet. The shaper of all that rise above the daily; The being and seeing, all that do pass. In what do I hold that laugh - so gaily? A place no one sees, where no one will ask. That something else beyond caste or class. That I may call, when down, upon it's verve It do touch my senses and spur on my nerve. Darren