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The Old Stone Kirk

The old stone Kirk set high on the hill
at the edge of a quaint old town
where it had set quiet for centuries
stoned faced in absolute silence
sntombed in an ever present fog
which gave cause for chills to take hold
of all who pass by in their daily travels.

These walls, though silent now
still hold, incased within them
the sounds of the many and the few
who have visited this sanctuary
in times both good and bad
many births,deaths and marriages celebrated
before the final dying breaths of the town
insured the closing of the doors forever.

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