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Went for a walk the other day In a wee place in county down Called Moria, one of the goddess of fate and what do you thing I found, a pen. now the next thought to cross my mind was we’re I’ll get a coffee in this county town wasn’t just the coffee I wanted, thought I’d write a poem with my new pen. After all if you’re in a town named after one of fates then you gotta go with the flow, okay here goes,’ Moria it’s a charming little town, cozily nestled amongst pastoral land, now that I put that thought down, maybe the pen I found belonged to a farmer writing out his list of springtime seeds to bring colour and joy to the drumlins that sweep across county Down simple turn left at the top of the town and follow the road all the way to into County Down, then on to Newcastle, this town renowned for the mountains that sweep down to the sea, auld Percy French wrote a powerful song, hmm where am I oh yes in a wee café in Moria with a pen I found laying on the ground, have to stop, getting carried away,
but then, it's always a wonder when you find a pen.
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