Tags CHURCHYARD

I sat all night in the charnel house With a rag held over my face, The smell down there was infernal But I was guarding my wife&rsquo..

A BOY AND GIRL IN A CHURCHYARD AND TALKING IN 1961

They put me in charge of the churchyard,And said, ‘mow between the graves,’The weeds out there were atrociousGrew in lumps, and clumps and..

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