No more rank and vile hubbub,

or whining argumentative bores.

No more bickering or strife

under a loamy earthen floor.

 

They lie wrapped in quietude,

those who went before.

The graveyard holds their corpses,

Whilst their spirits eternally soar.

 


 

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