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poets taleWe walked o'er the stud-lands where the sandbanks kissed the sky where the purbecks hills were calling where grockels all passed by we gathered all our memories stored them in our minds we left the city traffic dear sauntered through those times we strolled through Hardy's country where Barnes wrote poetry free where blyton etched her mysteries where Truth belonged to thee we talked the durzet dulcet tones with all those gaffer sons we ran with all the zunners then when we were very young we strolled via bells orchards took the train to corfe and then walked the hills of purbecks once again my friend we sang our songs of merriment with farmland free and bold where cows were in the meadows sweet where we lived long ago the swans were on the river then the redcliffe walk was prime the cockerel sang his morning dirge all in the ranks of thyme the heathers stretched on egdons heath where Tess was just a child where millers baked the bread at dawn where poets wrote in rhymes Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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