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GRAVEYARD TIM
Once again at cathedral water
Myself, a red balloon, my friend and her daughter
From nowhere it seemed a pug dog named petal
Drank from the pool natural man made tap nettle
Not far behind was a man with a cap on
He spoke of dead rats near the step we were sat on
He pondered on reasons and spiritual meaning
Birth charts,statistics totem rat readings
old church ullet ...
Monday 13th June 2022 2:13 pm
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