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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...

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