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a look at warehamthere were cobbled streets in wareham town lots of pubs but not a rose and crown there were sandpit's and saw pits too plus Carey camp to take kids to on the quay we swam and fished where the river frome swans did kiss there were walks up winding tracks to redcliffes ridge across from stoboroughs farms and markets bids the clock it struck upon the hour there where the old granary did turn the flour the mad miller lived by warehams walls where lizards swarmed and yokels talked nearby the town where Lawrence stone was laid a tribute to his moreton grave the hardy town where farmers talked where deer once ran and forests walkk as a child we chased the girls across those downs and wareham walls the bestwall tracks and lundigo the wareham fair and the country show here kings rode to corfe each day the castle on the hills still there today the road to swanage where blyton lived the purbeck isle and the tales the yokels bid old wareham town was in doomsday book its charms alive still just take a look Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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