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our dorset memoriesthose walks on the seashore me holding your hand that ride on the bus wasn't life grand the walk in the meadows the cob n the corn the purbeck views calling the birds on mums lawn the farmhouse lights flicker the candles are lit the cuddles at night watching the boats as they drift the pony's each day we sought on the heath the Wessex high country the green n golden leaves the ships on the quayside the swans in the bay fish n chips we ate each Saturday the walls down at wareham those days seem so long away the cockles at Poole the weymouth shops tour the walks that we took the waves on the shores the church with the steeple the riverside walks the long nights we spent just a hugging n talks the friends that we made the fun that we had just me and you lovers in Poole Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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