| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing:--Oh, how beautiful! and sitting in the shade,While better men than we go out and start their working livesAt grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives(Kipling )Labour with their usual cynicism are playing a heads I win, tails you lose game .
|
