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Strictly Baroque
You were always exuberant and daring
Rhetoric came easily from your lips
Your overstatement was a joy to behold
Those endless aphorisms smart as whips
Strictly baroque, strictly baroque
Your theatricals would provoke a saint
That dress sense was a riot of colour
Not even Versailles had more paint
Over-ornamentation was your undoing
You talked like a modern Bern...
Sunday 26th July 2020 11:35 am
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