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My Village

MY VILLGE A small village that once was near Long time in the past It has a great history Of Roman soldiers praying hear Then the Normans did arrive Families came to join them They took the best land aroundaboout On hills and by the river they survive The family became bigger and bigger And the settled on land by the river As often happens discord occured So son left home with lots of vigour His home was mad a few miles away He decided on the near hill was best Because their naes were the same They had to find a way To make them different from the other So they became North and South Now did prosper in a different ways But one is smaller than the other

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