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Arts Of Stone
The vicar was doing renovations
His churchyard wall needed repair
A pile of waste stone remained
Who took it he didn't seem to care
My share made a fine rockery
Planted with Alpine flowers
There in the moonlight it lies
Above it a yew tree towers
How those stones seem to glow!
Do I hear church bells at night?
I've drawn the conservatory curtains
Those roc...
Friday 17th July 2020 11:44 am
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