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Nov 2020
I feel the cold weather, gale forces sweeping through the coast and tides trickle upwards in embrace of the parked cars on the harbour

for an Englishman, I'm not a very English man
my upper lip is not stiff,
it trembles and it shakes,
as do I

there is no calm on these storming streets and I don't know how I can carry on
well, we english do love to moan.
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CE  19/M/merrily on high
(19/M/merrily on high)   
     Sk Abdul Aziz, Leane, annh, V and mister truth
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