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Little boats bob Big boats glide There's life in the mud An ancient church And a pub on the other side Wild flowers bloom in the sun Protected by the churchyard wall Inside rows of box pews facing East Well maintained at least Oddly laying at the back A sarcophagus carved in stone No doubt a gardener Would value as a planter No one comes these days she says Pouring water in the font Flowers ready Only people such as us Satisfied we sacrifice a coin Pop it in the slot Walk back past the tower round The congregation underground Through the lilting seabird song to find Ham egg and chips and a drink Just to wet the lips It's the Summer time
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Down by the riverside
Little boats bob Big boats glide There's life in the mud An ancient church And a pub on the other side Wild flowers bloom in the sun Protected by the churchyard wall Inside rows of box pews facing East Well maintained at least Oddly laying at the back A sarcophagus carved in stone No doubt a gardener Would value as a planter No one comes these days she says Pouring water in the font Flowers ready Only people such as us Satisfied we sacrifice a coin Pop it in the slot Walk back past the tower round The congregation underground Through the lilting seabird song to find Ham egg and chips and a drink Just to wet the lips It's the Summer time
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
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