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Nov 2016
Once through the car park all myths end
Vinyl dragons gone all gums
Drone bored tape loops behind bars

Kids whack each other with blow -up swords
All want to be rightful kings
On this island
Of tooth-rot sweets. key fobs , pencils

Around the square tables
The plastic grail leaks tacky residue
Historys dustbin overflows
We fight a losing battle with wasps

Coach loads bear us away
We were born at the wrong end of time
Here lies England
The sword well and truly sunk
As one who was brought up and fascinated by the legends of King Arthur, I met with a hideous revelation on taking a party of children from a local youth and community centre on a visit to a theme park...!
Written by
john lindsay  manchester
(manchester)   
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   Doug Potter
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