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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Oops. No it’s just and arsehole.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
A fishing fleet stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at once,
Netting by-catch without a glance
Not by one camera at-all
Because he had removed them all.
The waves splashed beside them as they died; but hey
An unknowing public could not express dismay,
a politician bought by fishing company:
I gazed—and gazed—and had a thought
What wealth had he been bought?:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon ny inner eye
Which is the curse of solitude;
And then my heart with horror fills,
And wilts liking dying daffodils.
Superb Pat.
Endangered parasitic stink Orchid “pompous” var “windbag”, grown hydropornically in bullshit and worm pee.
Jac please resign yourself. I try to bring some liveliness to our sad task of viewing and analysing politics but it isn’t to start a trend or a competition. Have you anything worthwhile and practical to say at the end of the day!
On the fast tack to corruption.