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I Dreamt of a Treaty With Trieste
I dreamt of a treaty with Trieste,
but it was to get my mind off something else -
the Brexit.
In the treaty all would be good,
and I would have hols in Trieste
twice a year.
Do I take my bucket there and spade?
Do they have sand in
the city of Trieste?
Actually, I've just fallen in the sand.
Brexit's come to pass
and Trieste's wishful thinking.
6/24/2016
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