The night grows stale
Like lingering molded bread;
The cloud shaded moon
Reflects nocturnal grief:
Why do cemeteries
Need night watchers?
Tell me!?
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CATEGORY
life
The night grows stale
Like lingering molded bread;
The cloud shaded moon
Reflects nocturnal grief:
Why do cemeteries
Need night watchers?
Tell me!?
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COMMENTS
Charles2 says: Did some lookup... found an odd reference to those circumstances where some folks were prematurely buried and possibility of grave robbers. |
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mlowe5 says: I hear you, C2. A Funeral Director friend recently reminded us not to bury an aunt with her expensive jewels on! Peace and Love. |
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mlowe5 says: One, love_supreme. Peace and Love. |
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