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London Problem

Turning East Weight down Wonder gardening There was vile rot in Tobermory As much to be Sitting casually by the airport And a classic goodbye- to June A fateful wonder For that sighting- of the oaks in Quispamsis We forfeited gold And relied on the sympathy of strangers- to hear our problem then- with our own voices We maxed out on control This curious wonder of our own To deeply offend- the World and its Hague Deeply in time While the news was info A call for the issue- an edict by Walter To send us one in the back And striking rude- this Woman of rapport To give us rank We there had sympathy- but no code And by the street there was God And sympathy, by respect, healed neon And parlours Six to pretend A pittance for Matthew Who would only extend the ride And shingle for the Holy See A while in blue And mostly waiting for war And in June, I recollect, Charles will invade Canada proper And see to our day That the mission is mine One of the dove And an office in Hampton While Baker Street Water- An effigy in remain Will see me here Raging at Sydney And the other leek- that I harvested on Monday To be brave and farewell To this country of you Where we eat ice cream And smell words- of the hanging ‘u’ For history overblown And the books that we read In Invega Park And I was the solemn idiot Joking by Rome Where they care about the Cross And our World unrepentant And even the Queen knows About our Lord And how we got here And on forgiveness To our core In Quispamsis Like no other.