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In a Sussex Graveyard

His name is John Albert Cummings, born 1878 died..... well we are not sure, the stone is much worn. Up we hop on the green mound, dance the frantic dance. The sacrilegious sex adds risqué flavors, drives us into an underworld where flesh struggles atop old bones. Laid out spent on the turf; panting like sheepdogs, we giggle a prayer of thanks. The stars are so clear --- they glitter like prismatic ice. John Albert Cummings born 1878 was nice.

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Date: 9/21/2019 5:38:00 AM
Well, that was an unusual one . . . ; )
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Eric Ashford
Date: 9/21/2019 7:44:00 AM
I'll take that Indian :-) Thanks
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