Graveyard Visitation
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I brushed the leaves from the tombstone
And felt it to be cold
My gazing hand sensed the engraving of
Letters and numbers
A hot tear is bounded on them
But was swept by the autumn wind
As the darkened clouds ganged up on the sun
The wind got much colder
I touched the tombstone once more
And kissed passionately goodbye to
The people I was leaving behind
While another tear reached my chin
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