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St. James’s Park
What a countrified scene we have here!
Who would think London Town was no near,
That its murmur comes borne on the breeze
To the listener under the trees?
To this spot, to buy biscuits or buns,
Each city child joyously runs.
But the Park’s greatest treat, they all vow,
Is a glass of new milk from the cow.
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