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Hinterland
You loved peering at gravestones
I'd popped out of church for a smoke
In a tempest of wind and rain
We managed to enjoy a quick joke
After we met in a graveyard
That hinterland of heaven and hell
You became my rock of ages
My very own graveyard belle
You spoke of granite and marble
Sandstone's tendency to crumble
How weathered stones, though mossy
Made yo...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 3:57 pm
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