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Keysoe Row

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Keysoe Row school geograph.org.uk 67217
Keysoe Row school geograph.org.uk 67217

Keysoe Row is a hamlet located in the Borough of Bedford in Bedfordshire, England. The settlement is located to the south of the village of Keysoe, and is part of the wider Bolnhurst and Keysoe civil parish. Kymbrook Primary School is located in the area.

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Keysoe Village Hall

Elm Tree Grove
MK44 2JE , Bolnhurst and Keysoe
England, United Kingdom
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