What in tribute to her Muse of old my feather'd pen hath writ, that peacock-plum'd crown of ten thousand & one Jewel a night; and upon this wall of paint'd sky for poetry competition: I never knew be so renowned, that our Queen shall wear her head.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, August 24,2013 3: 32: 15 PM
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