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Everyone seems to take the mick out of, or run down some places. I wrote the 'poem' below having visited one of these places. As the wind gently tussles the bullrushes, The duck nags and hustles chicks away, From the silver roof reflection, Of where there is snow all day.
In a stone circle made of rubble, A girl with peace across her chest, Cross legged swings a crystal, While a water skier tries his best.
By celtic maze and water, pavilion, Of peace and countryside tranquility, as it seems; With spiced chickin' chips and hot sauces. Amazing place! This Milton Keynes!
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