Britain's got talent, but it's not on TV,
It exists, although there is no celebrity panel,
the virtue, dear heart, lies within you and me,
no lies, commercial breaks, pack drill or flannel
Undiscovered, unbroadcastable heroes,
surround us 'twenty four seven',
take a little time to listen & learn,
before the anonymous, depart for Heaven
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