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a dorset townin a durzet town where i was born the dolphins played at break of dawn the cockerel's crowed and the cuckoos cried to be let out the gate the zunners played at the seas first tide and was never late the poet he did write a rhyme and Augustus drew the gypsies fine old hardy he wrote a tale or two and Barnes wore fancy buckled shoes the clock it chimed out the hour the miller mad fished by the stour the durdle door was open wide and the fishermen came in by the tide the park was given by a lady guest and blyton wrote adventures blessed the pirates rode on silver bikes and Freddie mixed with lords and tykes Stevenson lodged above the bay and we went to market on Thursday stainer's was a cobbler till today and castles and kings rode the gypsy way the fair lodged on alder hills whit Saturdays and zunners played amongst the hay Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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