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June 10, 2012

 

 

She wanted a staddle stone

for a head stone.

She was barmy

Hated anything smarmy!

 

And there it was-

A stone mushroom.

It looked bizarre

Hurrah

Her way of saying tarah.

 

It stood covered in moss,

near to a black granite cross.

So weird

So feared

 

Ungodly, unnatural,

but ‘so her’ to the end.

Never one to pretend.

She was a hell of a friend.

 

 

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