Highgate

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    My own little ode to Highgate cemetery, a place I've always wanted to visit. Image credit goes to http://www.sxc.hu/profile/Nightsrose

    Highgate
    You are a tapestry of death
    And beauty illuminated
    Your weeping angels
    And ivy draped arches
    Resplendent in disarray
    This garden of souls
    Comprised of centuries
    Shall not fade from this land.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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