I sit before you now
A decoration fitted to a page
Serving less a knight than another order
Duby might well name
And proud of my famous cousins in Exeter
No more than in schoolchildren's mouths
Where others of my kin are often found
Or of the things told in the dark over empty pockets
There and back again
Puzzle out who can my name
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