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Sunday at six when they close both the gates |
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a widowed pair, |
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still sitting there, |
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Wonder if they're late for church |
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and it's cold, so they fasten their coats |
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and cross the grass, they're always last. |
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Passing by the padlocked swings, |
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the roundabout still turning, |
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ahead they see a small girl |
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on her way home with a pram. |
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Inside the archway, |
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the priest greets them with a courteous nod. |
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He's close to God. |
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Looking back at days of four instead of two. |
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Years seem so few (four instead of two). |
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Heads bent in prayer |
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for friends not there. |
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Leaving twopence on the plate, |
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they hurry down the path and through the gate |
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and wait to board the bus |
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that ambles down the street. |
