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Perhaps you’ve walked a Yorkshire lane,
Or crossed the moors and cursed the rain?
    "There’s never rain but always sun."
     "Hmm – No there’s not - in Grassington."

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Perchance you’ve climbed its cobbled streets;
Seen cottage gardens, small and neat,–
    "And were the tourists having fun?"
    "Hmm -  mostly, yes, in Grassington."

 

Did tiny gift shops lure you in,
Temptation waiting deep within?
     '"Is this where all the world has come?" -
      "Hmm - not quite all, to Grassington."

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Do winding roads reach to the hills?
Were gardens packed with daffodils?
     "And do folk hurry - everyone?"- 
      "Hmm – some folk do, in Grassington."

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Here pubs serve food of English best,
And tired hill walkers sit and rest.
    "The tallest tales on earth are spun" -
     "Hmm -  not on your life, in Grassington."

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It’s here that tourists never fail
To find this gem within Wharfedale.
      "Darkness falls and day is done?"
      "Hmm! - The pubs think not, in Grassington!"

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