On the twelfth day of Solstice

the ancient…..um… re-written Avalonian carol,
,
this Fair Isle sent to me
Twelve hides to hide in,
Eleven portals popping,
Ten knights a-sleeping,
Nine morgans chanting,
Eight points of reference,
Seven springs a-sacred,
Six monks a praying,
Five holy grails,
Four harping bards,
Three French quests,
Two temple balls,
And a fairy who only speaks to me!

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