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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