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There's a bureaucrat, in Brussels,

Who sits and dreams all day,

Of laws, which he can introduce,

To make Europeans  pay


For wine lakes and butter mountains,

That we shall never use,

So that other civil servants,

Can guard them and refuse,


To let the famine stricken,

Get the benefit thereof,

Which, otherwise, will rot away,

In some gigantic trough!


They say it's ‘Common’ policy,

And economic sense.

But how can that be justified

When it's at third world expense?

  By Luna Tic


Trevor Durbidge             Copyright © 2001 [TJD].        All rights reserved       Revised: October 30, 2007 .


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