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to wimborne marketto wimborne market i strolled as a lad with heifers young and heart a glad granfer accompanied the gander geese and the family came to keep the peace at bear across we trod to ferns down ridge and saw the swallows and uncle Sid we trod the weary beaten tracks with entourage and potato sacks upon our backs cross the canford heaths to wimborne town we bought a pig for half a crown the soldiers in the clock they were fine we had a great time old farmer priddle he met us all and we bought the waterloo boar Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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