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In a Valley of Many Ash Trees
In a Village of Many Ash Trees
Palm Sunday 2014
the clock of St. Leonard will tell only
one time. Two minutes to eight.
It’s four-thirty,
a shattered sunlight catches on
gravestones, hides names from view,
keeps the late of this parish, secret;
causes you to struggle as you read their fate
in polished marble or mis-placed lead letters.
Sad tales of...
Friday 10th April 2020 10:55 pm
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