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My cemetery experiences should have given the game away …..

Every now and again

I leave enough room in my brain

For new insight to come in.

I dont know if I do it consciously

In fact I know its subconsciously.

And then – memories just descend on me……..

My best friend many years ago

was the caretakers daughter

of Brighton Cemetery.

I spent days and weekends there.

Very comfortable.

Very at home.

My mother thought I was a ‘little’ mad

Which also wasn’t ‘new’.

I still remember discussion about George, the ghost

who lived there with them.

We used to go out till ridiculously early in the morning

and cruise home

to the comfort of the cemetery.

Every time I drive past

I recall how much fun we had


Must have known a past life thing


school friends

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