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light verse Poetry

Newport, they call it; we calls it ‘ome

This is Newportwhere we’re proud to live.Nothing to hide,a bit less to give.These hanging streets,which Chartists’ walkedare where kids learn to fightway before they can talk.All these placeswe loves to roamThe ‘port en’t much,but we calls it ‘ome. I could show you Caerleon’s bright spotswhere blads drive fast for fun;or Pill’s dark hiding placeswhere the […]