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Crematorium by Sir John Betjeman

Where laurel hedges hide the coal and coke Our lawn-surrounded crematorium lies; And every half-an-hour a puff of smoke Shows what we loved dissolving in the skies- Dear hands, dear feet, dear laughter-lighted eyes And smiling lips which waited for … Continue reading

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