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William Wordsworth
by Little Dot
I wander'd lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o'er Lakey Hill,
When all at once I saw a crowd, Shula, Peggy, George and Jill,
Village dwellers, one and all,
Were stood outside the village hall.
Prepared, were they, for village fete, It was to be a great event,
The Jubilee to celebrate, And village hall refurbishment,
For there the loos had been revamped,
The steps up to the door were ramped.
Beside the hall were tables laid, The nobles came with haughty smirk,
(And large amounts of lemonade) To look on Jason's handiwork.
We crowded in and stood agape,
As George stepped forth to cut the tape.
But shock and fear were uncontrolled, When on that awful sight we gazed.
The awfulness cannot be told, It in mere words cannot be phrased.
Suffice to say we looked on Phil,
With two sheep, and a daffodil
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