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Dorset steam fair
"W i C k E d" then why build it
ye old steam fair is here each year upon the downs with fun and beer the oil it smells and the tracks are mud where cars are parked upon the meadows green the carousels play and delight the scene the crowds flock here again this year to buy the goods or storm the gears there's gypsy folk and traveler's tales with smoky air and diesel smells there's big machines to roll n ride across the Dorset countryside where zunners run and play n stare at all the folks within the fair with marquee tents and music rock stalls to sale and gears to lock amusements rich in fields of green bikers parades and beauty scenes crowds of folks flock here each year to mingle and to enjoy the spirit here where hills are steep and views are grand the steam fair spreads across this land Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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