Title: Poor Richard Author: markov44
Newly found are bones of a long ago Plantagenet, 'tis Richard the Third, can you imagine that! He fell at Bosworth Field at the hand of a Tudor, no doubt Richard felt nothing could be ruder. War of the Roses ended that day, Lancaster beat York, hip, hip, hooray! Comments on "Poor Richard"
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