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boy scouts at carey campi once was a boy scout at Carey schools camp we put up our tents and sang our camp songs around campfires of logs neath pine trees so tall we listened to sounds of wood pigeons call we walked through the purbecks and corfe in one day we carried our rucksacks full pack all the way then we had breakfast at the foot of the hill neath the castle of bankes and i remember it still we rode out to brownsea home of our clan had a nice red complexion and a lovely dark tan we did all the actions and sang all the songs thats how we grew up healthy and strong Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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