In Backward Carlisle Poem by DM W

In Backward Carlisle



In backward Carlisle,
It's Queen, country & army.
I don't fit in here.
The place makes me quite nervous.
O I wonder where
All the artist and poets
Hang out? ! I wonder,
Given the lay of the land,
If they dare put their
Heads above the parapet.

In Backward Carlisle
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