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Taverner Poems - Poems about Taverner


Premium Member Autumn Gold In Somerset Dialect
...Dozy with Cider The tavern was quiet but for old farmer John, when the Kings rider strode in demanding a bed, He ordered his ale and sat next to the old sage, “Where be all the villagers?” he sai......

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Categories: taverner, birth, culture, drink, england,
Form: Rhyme

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