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This village, built on Chiltern hills, Once gave the farmer land to till With springs to water growing crops And woodland trees for him to chop. The stones within this chalky soil Were, too, a payment for his toil And cottage homes seen all around Were made from flints the farmer found. The village then was very small But, rather like our urban sprawl, The houses went this way and that, Our Flackwell lanes reveal this fact, And cottages of old remain, Though nothing else may look the same, So click the boots to venture in And let your walking tour begin.
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