Poem: There Is A Place.
There Is A Place.
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There is a place where we fish
Down on the River Tyne,
And it is always a pleasure to go there.
The tiny beach is stony,
Large water smoothed pebbles
And rotting bicycle parts,
With a drooping old tree
Hanging over the water.
However, if you stand really still
You can sometimes see kingfishers.
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