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swanagethe hills of swanage stand steep and proud with purbeck stoned dwellings quaint little lodge homes tall scenic remnants of a bye gone age far off the highway the home of the sage twisted roads weary with hedgerows in tow sandy beaches that stretch seagulls and crows little thatched cottages quaint hotel retreats tidy shop fronts with gifts well in reach sandy beach avenues with freedom to run summer kissed meadows a place in the sun high in the distance the castle on hill brambled highways and views that could kill long country walks and cute little lanes a place to retire or come back again Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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