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Chesham
Coordinates: 51°42′11″N 0°36′07″W / 51.703°N 0.602°W / 51.703; -0.602
Chesham (/ˈtʃɛʃəm/, local /ˈtʃɛsəm/, or /ˈtʃɛzəm/) is a market town in the Chiltern Hills, Buckinghamshire, England. It is located 11 miles south-east of the county town of Aylesbury. Chesham is also a civil parish designated a town council within Chiltern district. It is situated in the Chess Valley and surrounded by farmland, as well as being bordered on one side by Amersham and Chesham Bois. The earliest records of Chesham as a settlement are from the second half of the 10th century although there is archaeological evidence of people in the area from around 8000 BC. Henry III granted the town a royal charter for a weekly market in 1257.
The town is known for its four Bs, usually quoted as:- boots, beer, brushes and Baptists. Chesham's prosperity grew significantly during the 18th and 19th centuries with the development of manufacturing industry.
In the face of fierce competition from both home and abroad all these traditional industries rapidly declined. The ready availability of skilled labour encouraged new industries to the town both before and after the end of the Second World War. Today employment in the town is provided mainly by small businesses engaged in light industry, technology and professional services.
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Death Danced At My Party
by: Kathy MarDeath danced at my party.
I didn't invite him,
But everyone wanted to know who he was.
I lied that he once gave me lessons on Spanish guitar.
And sure, he was charming
And didn't he dance well--
Friend Jessica tells me he flirted with style.
Well, shouldn't he know, after all, how to make a girl smile?
But where are the roses and lilies I ordered?
And let's have champagne for my guests.
The trees all have lanterns alight in their branches,
The staff are impeccably dressed,
So why is Death here?
He can't make me go with him, the party's not over for hours.
Death danced at my party,
I didn't invite him
But he was the centre of all that went on,
And I didn't notice 'til then that the music had gone.
So where are the cellos and violins? Where is the
Sensual saxophone man?
And who was that gallant in white tux and ponytail
Down where the apple trees stand?
And why is Death here?
He can't make me go with him, I haven't danced once yet tonight.
Death danced at my party.
I didn't invite him,
But, leaving, they all said the party was fine,
'Til no one was left but the two of us, his fate, and mine.
So where has my courage gone, now that it matters?
And where are my questions and pleas?
He holds out his hand with a smile I could kiss
And a path opens out through the trees.
He says "The river's not far--Senorita."
And I think I'll go with him,