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05-20-2006, 05:36 PM
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Lady of Letters
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Either Oxford or Kent, England
Posts: 2,476
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Come on, while charming amateurism is the order of the day you know you're got nothing to be afraid of re: the relentless march of anti-democratic supra-nationalism
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. Last edited by sun-star : 05-20-2006 at 05:38 PM. Reason: butterfingers... |
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