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wareham pastimeswhen coach and horses rode through wareham town the lady bankes was for the crown the corfe castle it stood on yonder hill whilst stoborough village was just a mile from the old mad millers mill the high walls of green that circled the town then all the farmers gathered around in east street market stalls and sells the country yokels drank of the ales from wareham quay the ship it sailed with gold and bullion tea and whales the samways thatch at bestwall stood where young girls dreamt of motherhood the river frome and redcliffe ridge where robbers strode and varmints hid where zunner boys did stones and skim the local volks told tales of these happenings the road to swanage was fast and free where visitors dropped in for tea nearby at poole the brownsea boys the pirate Gulliver once did employ at kinson village and durdle door the round heads of Cromwell once did explore though wareham streets still stands today nearby the barns of thatchy hay where corn market stalls did sell their wares whilst the pretty gals just stood and stared Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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