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I was somewhere close to
the border between Armagh
and Monaghan, lost of course.
I saw a sign that indicated GMT,
which I confused with GPS, there
was a Gnome beside it, pointing.
I took his advice, kept on driving,
came to a X roads where someone
had written, BreXit this way, no arrow.
I was bolixed, DUPed by a *******
blue nosed Gnome, a Leprechaun
would not be near as mischievous.
Out of fuel, well after midnight,
Halloween to boot, no choice but
remain, yet, all I wanted was to leave.
Show me the way to go Gnome
is a metaphorical analogy which
attempts to explain N.Ireland.
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