A prince, but never to be a pauper.Sold the family crown, and headed, California.Our dear King Charlie had praised the fab four.Now two princes gone to war.The Queen is turning in her grave, surely Dianna in dismay.The dog bowl prince, too much to say.Can peace talks ever begin? Princes at war.Or another broken necklace, andContinue reading “Princes at War”
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