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Forty years ago, when I was born, my town was in the
Largest Municipal County this country has ever
Known, and it was only the western third of heaven.

Thirty years ago somebody committed Humberside
Upon my place, and shifted our emphasis east in
Order to affect a crossing for its eponymous river.

Twenty years ago, during an outbreak of identity
Crisis, we decided we liked ourselves more than
The grave robbers masquerading as our councillors.

Ten years ago they dropped our estuary name
And placed my town in a new eastern bloc Riding;
Running us down whilst still shuffling our boundaries.

Now they’ve imposed immigrants and corpse
Dwellers and every kind of support group associated
With need upon us, but strangely we’re still standing,

And always will be regardless of our location, for
We’ve Ignored their musical chairs as we alone know
Where we are and that’s all that matters to us.