It's hard to imagine the clyde drawing unmistakable enemy cuisers
to the coast
damned with silk and money
That of a see'r whose blind to lies
Blind to disguise once crammed with milk and honey
They were carried on by the lionness
who needed to press
The co-ordinates of her mess
Hard seat - Heat fleet
Radar guidance- nautical street
A kiss from afar...
and death were bound to meet
Penalty paid to the nation in a year-
...The virus made itself perfectly clear
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