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Don’t You Just Love Maps

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Aromas of Siberian sealskin left him reminiscing
He consulted his map to nowhere, to see 
If he could find where he wasn’t going
The page presented itself as a falsehood of Oxford
And further described English suburban apartheid 
				                        In Maidenhead
Complete with the clangs of articulated lorries

Birds no longer took centre stage, letting waves
                                     Embellish their paradise
Boundaries were fluid, he just could not find them
In his pantheon, he kept his Medieval Mappa Mundi
Did all his exercise, trying to define his outline
Now you see him, now you don’t
How many times does he have to tell you? 
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