Chimes: 2018 Edition (emended Blazevox book pdf)

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Cheltenham was a creepy town in the Cotswolds, but I had to go there to see a
special grave. We stopped for tea at a teashop called Sweeney Todd’s, and they
were playing the song that went stop dragging my, stop dragging my, stop dragging
my heart around. The graveyard was by a big old Gothic-looking church. Cruel April
had abated; the sun shone. I could not give a dead man back to himself but maybe if
I tried he would listen. There might be another world, I thought this as I wrote a poem
and placed it by the headstone. Words could be a source of continuance between
our world and the land of the dead. They could have timeless life.
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