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Sep 27
In these unified states
amazing fade-ins

A made-in Britain, Baileys bottle
subtle winter rattle, shaking
daydream from the poles

Scolded by the errant claim
that Old St George, is cross-eyed
lame and taking to the sherry...

Old Merry England!
- maybe-

That cherished land
that took my hand
That loved me

and forgave me
We are a mongrel race of petulant pups- Island Monkeys"  is a name..but we will laugh at ourselves, and help the helpless, race, skin, colour or creed!
Im not a nationist  " Bullen" is a name that doesnt sit too well with Kings!
But these old shores have love a plenty!
**** what the wankers say ***
A W Bullen
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A W Bullen  Cardiff
(Cardiff)   
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       preston, Traveler, guy scutellaro and vb
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