Royal Bard A Crum
J
James McLain
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Haughty king no strife the queen
of crowns your life she guards.
Line of pawn to trees short step
the breadth of board it's length.
Castles corner does so glide
in stride to slice unwary foes.
Knight a horse all will ride in
hopes the lance does pierce
your side with utmost pride.
Bishops robe can hide his
pace to royal flush of face.
Mate in check fielded court
lighting path kings weight.
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