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So while out walking the dogs, passing the church, my usual route, I suddenly thought how many people are buried there, a great many it looks like, I wonder if they rise and party at night when no-one is around? Crazy thought but that's just me. So I wrote this silly-ish but head-burrowing poem. I put it as a light verse due to its craziness but it's deep and dark. Can you have a dark light verse? Even that's crazy!