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Dangerous Passage to the
Continent I wandered
lonely up and down and on my
face there was a frown. I stared
towards the barren hills with all
those withered daffodils and thought
of our country's state, its present
plight and future fate, then
pensively sat by a tree and sipped
my cup of English tea. Our past –
it was so infinitely glorious and our
armies ever so victorious. At home we
proudly waved the Union Jack when royal
members crossed our track. We joined the
local cricket club, played
darts in every village pub, while
noblemen found it quite pleasant to stalk a
fat domestic pheasant. . . . There was a
mighty big endeavour to end,
yes, virtually sever all links
with pompous Eurocrats and other
vicious bureaucrats. . . . (a story of
20 verses) January
1997 *** |
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