A GRAVE THOUGHT
Whilst rummaging around
Upon the sacred ground
Of an olde and well-worn graveyard in the towne
I tripped upon a stone
That had fallen all alone
In the olde and well-worn graveyard in the towne
I scampered to my feet
And guess whom I did meet
In that olde and well-worn graveyard in the towne
I really shouldn’t boast
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