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A poem……..

Within the wild rolling hills of the Yorkshire Dales

Lay a station, tucked away QUITE STILL

Once anointed with the sound of hooves and milk churns, but now VERY STILL

With the Falls grumbling, rumbling in wild torment

Our beautiful station, extremely quiet but PERFECTLY STILL

Perhaps one day, this beauty will awakes

Who knows when, but please soon for all our SAKES.

Anon

 

 

 

 

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