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Death's Flying Sickle Cuts the Flowers of Time
New England's old graveyards, burying-grounds, and epitaphs.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Mortal frames
An uplifting epitaph from Truro, MA:
How feble is our mortal frame
What dying worms we are.
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