I recently had a part-dream in which terrorists overran britain in something which appeared to be a camper van. The army fought them from the fortress somewhere between Birmingham and Newcastle, and retreated into the rushes just north of the border with Scotland. The terrorists then destroyed all major monuments in Britain and France, and were destroyed by the army who were hiding in rushes just across the border in Scotland...
Wyrd, huh?
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O to be wafted away
From this black aceldama of sorrow;
Where the dust of an earthy today
Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow!
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