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May 2017
Walking among tombstones
Being at home with the dead
Living with footsteps that leave no tread
Smell of the corpse,the odour of hell
Come and join me,have no story to tell.
we can drink some wine entwine as one
Walking among tombstones can be so much fun
Read my name, read thee epitaph
On the road to hell it could be a laugh
Living with footsteps that make no sound
To walk with me ,you must enter the ground
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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