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England and Me

England our island, is being eaten by the sea bit by tiny bit, In my life I am the island and as I age I'm feeling weaker and certainly less fit. Our coast is slowly changing as it gets waten away, My life is much like this, I feel like I am fading and I can feel my mind begin to sway. The craggy cliffs that for centuries have protected us, have begun to crumble, Sometimes I just feel lost and I feel like I just bumble. Despite all of this England will endure, And I guess I should think more positive and not sound like a bore!

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