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Commonwealth (1953)
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It was hard to imagine
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the mysterious ways
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in which it all belonged to us.
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Miss Jackson pointed with her fussy stick,
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picked all the red bits round the world,
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which were some how ours yet weren’t.
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“And we all must certainly bless the queen.”
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'Cos we were obscenely incapable
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of looking after it ourselves,
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being total twerps,
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so she did that work for us.
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I used to raise my vest
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like a flag in the night
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searching for a mess of red blotches,
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so I could start to feel at the heart of it.
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The only time I saw with pride,
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those marks against my pale pink side,
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I fell ill for weeks, was disinfected (I think)
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and never again longed to collide
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with the whys and wherefores
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of Commonwealth pride.
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23 Nov 10


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