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TO the youth of the UK that the Brexit success has reportedly alarmed, I offer this: Treasure your royal throne of kings; your scepter’d isle; your earth of majesty; your seat of Mars; your other Eden, demi-paradise...
I deserted your shores only to escape your weather, to seek a warmer clime for my rebellious spine.
Forty years later homesickness persists today and for half the year in my eyrie, in a foreign land, that’s for ever England. My apology offered to the Bard; and to Wilfred Owen.
Ron Willis, Mount Lawley, Perth, Western Australia
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