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Mausoleum
JESUS SAID UNTO HER
I AM THE RESSURECTION AND THE LIFE
HE THAT BELIVETH
IN ME THOUGH HE WERE DEAD
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The stone is cold and
cherubs hover above me triumphantly,
I knock on the door.
How can wood be so numbing?
They are only dead below and there is no one to answer.
Nichols Mausoleum Old Cemetery SW
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Bluebell wood
Ivy undergrowth
Paths blocked
and slippery
Nought left but
few scant
slippery memories.
Grandad's ashes - Crematorium - A12
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Ashes
ALL GO TO THE SAME PLACE
ALL COME FROM DUST,
AND TO DUST
ALL RETURN