If you think women are the weaker sex, try pulling the blankets back to your side.
Stuart Turner.
The Last Pharaoh
Still lovely despite the grief that she felt
She sits, wicker basket held on her knee
Lost is the love that was never to be
Two noble proud lovers with her had dwelt
Two lovers, but one that made her heart melt
Plans made, dreams dreamt beneath an almond tree
All came to naught when Rome forced her to flee
Forlorn lover follows the hand fate dealt.
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Anthony by his own hand is no more
And Cleopatra will join with him soon
Two lovers together on that far shore
Forever as one beneath a silver moon
Alone she must follow, enter deaths door
The bite, the pain and darkness, grant her boon.
Fred Watson
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