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[title] => England is...
[time] => 2013-01-15 15:37:54
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[bodytext] => England is, wishing you were nineteen and reckless when Saturday evenings are warm and breathless England is, gloomy mornings and solid breakfasts England is, the pandemonium of snow the runaway teen with knowhere to go, England is, the union jack and god save the queen England is, the sex pistols and iconoclastic dreams England is, the awkward smiles in lifts the smash of china and drunken tiffs the swift half and a bag of crisps England is, the hypocrisy of working class conservatives England is, the complete and utter lack of alternatives England is, waiting for the bus and being told to shush it's the loose change on your kitchen table and the able-bodied parking in disabled England is, listening to other peoples conversations England is, cigarettes rising above the rate of inflation England is, guilty men buying flowers England is, whats mine is mine whats yours is ours England is, the typically wet bank holiday England is, losing 3-1 to Plymouth Argyle away England is, the smell of brut in old-fashioned living rooms and the sound of lawnmowers on a Sunday afternoon England is, holidays in north Wales full of sun-burnt scousers and going to the Cheltenham Festival in your Dad's cordouroy trousers England is, the desolate landscape of dirty canals and battered factories and the draw you use for scraps of wood, porn, cables and batteries England is, traffic jams and petulance and old ladies benevolence It's skin heads and xenophobia its peak times and claustrophobia Its evil children sreaming in supermarkets and old school photos with your hair brushed and parted England is, the old man and his dog and the headlights piercing the winter fog It's the shirtless men smoking out of windows It's the rain lashed cobbles and the street-lamps glow England is, brandy at funerals and champagne at weddings and driving towards the sunset calmly unsure where you heading England is, the hand kindly keeping the door open. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 12 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => CongratulatoryPoems )
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