"She walks the length and breadth of England Singing her song, using her wand To help and heal the land And the creatures on it She's dressed in rags of moleskin And wears a crown of Rowan berries on her brow
And I follow, follow, follow The gypsy faerie queen "
Lovely poem, Phantom. I was always aware of her as were most red blooded English kids. Her intellect was downplayed at first, but one only had to hear her speak to see the spark. After the Stones interlude, she grew up pretty quickly. Marianne was a part of our lives and I'll miss her.
I know I won't be the only one - but As tears go by for Marianne RIP.
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ReplyDeleteSinging her song, using her wand
To help and heal the land
And the creatures on it
She's dressed in rags of moleskin
And wears a crown of Rowan berries on her brow
And I follow, follow, follow
The gypsy faerie queen "
Rest in peace, Marianne. You brought much pleasure to my life!
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RIP, Marianne... :(
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Phantom. I was always aware of her as were most red blooded English kids. Her intellect was downplayed at first, but one only had to hear her speak to see the spark. After the Stones interlude, she grew up pretty quickly. Marianne was a part of our lives and I'll miss her.
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