why England I had to ask my new mother?
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> on our way West my girl
> we passed through many terrors
> some so terrible forgotten it seems
> better not spoken of except in whispers
>
> the mother was like mad with trauma
> till I was in my teens
> whispered nightly of the liberation
> over and over and again
>
> the thing which struck us about the British
> when there on the Elbe the Russians appeared
> the Americans rushed kissed and cuddled
> whilst the english stood by hushed
> as we watched huddled...
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> we are a dignified people of old
> seemed they were more like us
> and daily now mutters angrily
> this is not the country we came to anymore
> ever an anglophile, she feels betrayed....
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