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Tetbury
Coordinates: 51°38′10″N 2°09′29″W / 51.636°N 2.158°W / 51.636; -2.158
Tetbury is a small town and civil parish within the Cotswold district of Gloucestershire, England. It lies on the site of an ancient hill fort, on which an Anglo-Saxon monastery was founded, probably by Ine of Wessex, in 681. The population of the parish was 5,250 in the 2001 census, increasing to 5,472 at the 2011 census.
During the Middle Ages, Tetbury became an important market for Cotswold wool and yarn. The Tetbury Woolsack Races, Founded 1972, is an annual competition where participants must carry a 60-pound (27 kg) sack of wool up and down a steep hill (Gumstool Hill). The Tetbury Woolsack Races take place on the "late May Bank Holiday", the last Monday in May each year (27 May for 2013).
Notable buildings in the town include the Market House, built in 1655 and the late-eighteenth century Gothic revival parish church of St Mary the Virgin and St Mary Magdalene and much of the rest of the town centre, dating from the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The Market House is a fine example of a Cotswold pillared market house and is still in use as a meeting place and market. Other attractions include the Police Bygones Museum. Chavenage House, Highgrove House and Westonbirt Arboretum lie just outside the town.
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The Island Sea
by: Ty TaborOutside the window, a great big world of gray and green
and other hues... and I can't choose
And ropes and chains, I must believe they hold me in
And I can't breath and I can't move
Outside the window, imagined misery, reality,
conformity
And if I try to face it I'd probably fall
I'd probably crawl right back inside of me
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
So let me keep it inside of me
Inside my window, I imagine I'm a man
And I am free and I am cool and I'm not me
And the needle doesn't hurt, it doesn't kill
It doesn't steal, it doesn't feel and I don't bleed
Inside my window, the desert lands and desert sands
That fall between my desert hands
Can turn to grass and waterfalls and open rooms
And summer blooms and anything
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
I'll try again some other day
But right now let me fall away