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Welcome to the Eastern Essex
of the good old days
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Marshland Group of Websites
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I had a little pony
His name was Dapple Gray
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away;
She whipped him
She lashed him
She rode him through the mire:-
I would not lend
My pony now
For all the lady's hire.
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