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It's *My* Games
I am British and I'm saying it out loud.
Once more, I’m British, and oddly I’m quite proud.
The dumpy dignity of her Majesty the Queen,
The shared anxiety seeing Zoe lift it clean.
Can our Manxman Cav be the first to cross the line.
And what colour will Becs’s swimming medal shine?
The lovely Lizzie lifted my spirits to the sky,
with tears of gladness when we both be...
Monday 30th July 2012 2:07 pm
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