A roving
Springs first morning
Freshness unmistaking
The larks early call
Their whistling did befall
A roving along this wondrous path
I viewed a chiselled epitaph
Etched into splendid Larch
Read \'beware the Ides of March\'
A soothsayers warning
Was unexpected this Spring morning
This is so nondescript
Had I stumbled upon a Crypt
This isn\'t a Roman arch
It\'s merely a tree of Larch
This is not ancient Rome
This is not a catacomb
Twas the 15th day of March
I found the secret of the Larch
Words weren\'t scribed by other factors
than a plethora of actors
It was the scene of a play
of Ceasers fateful day
where Brutus and Cassius
Did hatch plan to kill Julius
A roving first day of Spring
Where Butterflies Flutter, bees did sting
Down wondrous path i passed
Where Ceaser breathed his last
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