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purbeck stonesold London was built by purbeck stone Sir Christopher Wren was well in tone with Westminster abbey and old Big Ben they took those stones and carved them then From purbecks tide with surfing foams they cut those famous Portland stones from purbecks hills and countryside made monuments to greet a bride the work was hard and hours long with only sweat and warblers song with noble brows and knightly gaze they shaped those stones to be amazed now those stones stand so proud and tall with royal hearts and regales halls the purbeck hills still call to man where seagulls nest above the sands Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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