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Feb 2013
The Queen came to our town once..long ago.
She was a lot younger then.
I took a paper and an old biro pen..
..and thought I might get her autograph.
That's a laugh.
I could hardly see her the crowds were intense
She didn't wear a crown and..to me that made no sense.

But my mum and dad cheered and the air was alive with sound..
..and a red carpet covered the ground.
Which I thought was better than ours that we had at home
I wondered about that..
..but now I am grown it is clear.

The Queen has a fear
Of old town streets
And probably people..perhaps that's why she never meets the locals..
..the old yokels of England..the ones who revere..the ones who go see her..
..the Monarchy..I'll leave it be.

Guess the Queen can see who she wants to see..
..and we'll forever be..
..the subjects.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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