Friday, 24 June 2016

We're leaving the EU

It's 4:30am and the cities are falling. The Leave vote is surging ahead. Great news deserves great poetry. To very slightly tweak a poem by T.S. Eliot...

On a summer's afternoon, in a secluded booth
History is now and England.

With the casting of this Vote and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

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