![]() King DavidA Poem by Avery ColtBathed, oiled, perfumed, King David is By lovely maidens attended and caressed, To see him cushioned on his royal couch, Who would know the warrior king he is, But only see his eagle eye, And how it gleams when girls go by. © 2014 Avery Colt |
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