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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>England of my Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm feeling love for the England of my heart<br>I'm tired of those who deride you for unfixed teeth and boiled food<br>Poor drinking habits and guardian Queen<br>When you are better, beautiful in your what-the-hell<br>Of unprincipled tolerance and half-assed prejudice -<br>Too lazy to be serious and a whole lot better than the full-assed kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well England, only a third of you actually voted for Thatcher<br>And still fewer would admit it now. Although as I recall<br>You did it three times. Well England, <br>You coined the delicious name, B.Liar, when that bloke<br>Proclaiming the dawn of justice hustled us down the war crimes road<br>And I hear you embraced Joe Strummer and chicken masala<br>When fish and disco became hard to find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home of the National Trust, home to throngs of animal lovers<br>Constantly irritated by the sight of children. But you'll learn, <br>I know you'll learn to love 'em in time. You decolonized. <br>You never let us down.<br>I'm one of your happy Jews and <br>It took you just eight centuries to love us too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This love for England grows in my heart<br>With every episode of East Enders glimpsed in exile<br>And with each new young nurse and African soccer star<br>England gathers in the talented poor, grudgingly.<br>The daily rags and politicos play to the stands, but the crowd <br>Does not really hate the immigrant, it is more concerned<br>With flowers in the garden and neighbours down the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England holds its messy barbeques on impromptu summer nights<br>And exports beautiful games it is never very good at<br>Litterbugs and lovers sprawl in the glorious green parks<br>Half-listening to Bolero and the 1812.<br>England is no expert at either love or war<br>But wins your heart and saves the world for fairness and sports<br>At the last gasp, the eleventh hour, just before closing time.<br> <br>England is a home with half-open doors, constructed with delays and flaws<br>But open to perfection, one small step at a time.<br>Who could not love an imperfect child? And who could not find<br>A pennyworth of love for my dear old Aunt<br>Who calls me 'duckie' when she gets me on the blower<br>Who curls her toes when I reply, across the pond, <br>'Hi there my love, my England fair and fine'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q>
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I'm tired of those who deride you for unfixed teeth and boiled food
Poor drinking habits and guardian Queen
When you are better, beautiful in your what-the-hell
Of unprincipled tolerance and half-assed ..."></div>
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