Saturday, January 16, 2016

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As I pass the graveyard near to the cliff
Where the steeple looks out with its lofty eye
And the gulls and the wind circle around,
Guarding the long, long dead lying by.
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Edward Kofi Louis 16 January 2016

The chorus of Death is part of all of us! Nice work.

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Poppy Miller 17 January 2016

Thankyou so much for your response Edward.

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