The friar had said his paternosters duly
And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept;
But with much riddling his head became unruly,
He arose, from the quiet monastery he crept.
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A superbly constructed necropolis with great wordplay! Thanks for sharing.
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Absolute necropolis established with the cemetary of words
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