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6 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Ah, God! One sniff of England --
To greet our flesh and blood --
To hear the traffic slurring
Once more through London mud!
Our towns of wasted honour --
... Our streets of lost delight!
How stands the old Lord Warden?
Are Dover's cliffs still white?

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