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dorset wishesif wishes were kisses and horses were fools if troubles were lessons of life and not rules if courses were ridden to strawberry fairs if wishes were granted all under the stairs if promises given were granted each day if lovers a plenty were rolled in the hay if daydreams in Dorset were spoken each day where fairies and pixies all floated aways if the glory of heaven was given to man where preachers and poets left idly stand if common sense virtues were freely declared we would dream them all daily under the stairs if sad looks and glances were nowt be a phase if childhood was magic all kissed in the glade if story book angels had really gold wings then id gather those stanzas and gracefully sing if common good virtues and manners were proud wherein the meadows and pastures so loud where countryside yokels are proud to be seen its all part of Dorset like honey and cream Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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