Little Lord Fauntleroy
left to devise
His future uncertain
a past once despised
Little Lord Fauntleroy
his choice lies within
To do unto others
or do unto him
Little Lord Fauntleroy,
escape from these walls
The lords and new creatures
—your legacy calls
(Memories Of Jim-Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
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