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Despair on fiscal policy

Trickle down, my arse...

quite literally...

Trickle away, more like...

Up some wall  

Or down some leg

or if you'd like it more poetic

ebbing away on a foreign beach

Some 'haven' in the sun...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Poem for Elizabeth

 

This day is done

let hands blushed blue with care

lay down the sceptre and the crown

cast off the mantle drawn so tight

round shoulders once too young, 

and now too old to bear

this velvet tapestry of life, the gold, the red

the thread of all you did and were

is now complete 

to hang upon some dusty wall.

 

And I wonder at the sacrifices made

the love affai...

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