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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love that Binds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father died of the cholera<br>In eighteen thirty-two, <br>There wasn't a place at the cemetery<br>To bury him, that we knew, <br>The signs were posted at Netherton, <br>‘Don't bring your bodies here! '<br>The Sexton spoke: ‘Try Gospel Oak, <br>Or maybe, Wednesbury.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We loaded Pa back onto the cart<br>And whipped the old grey mare, <br>We'd not long buried our cousin Jack<br>At the turning of the year, <br>From Manchester to Birmingham<br>The epidemic spread, <br>From Liverpool to Leeds, to York, <br>With one in twenty dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked along with the horse and cart<br>And I passed so many more, <br>They thrust their relatives out, feet first<br>In front of the tradesman's door, <br>The fear had spread so rapidly<br>No family was safe, <br>So Grandma went in her winding sheet<br>Outside, with her Sister Kate! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They loaded bodies onto a cart<br>No dignity in death, <br>And piled them three and four feet high<br>As they took their final breath, <br>And pits were dug as the space grew less<br>The Churchyards all were full, <br>For years, the gardeners turned them up<br>Old bones, and a grinning skull! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We took our Pa on home at last<br>With nowhere else to go, <br>And sat him out in the potting shed<br>Where the seedlings used to grow, <br>Then Ma sat down beside him there<br>And died of a broken heart, <br>We knew it would be a waste of time<br>To break out the horse and cart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years they sat untouched out there<br>Through spring and the summertime, <br>I looked one day, they were overgrown<br>With a creeper, like a vine, <br>The vine had woven in and around<br>Through bones that were falling apart, <br>It tied and bound them together, <br>Wrapping a tendril round each heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘When things calm down, we'll bury them, '<br>I said to my brother, Sid, <br>As time went on, we both forgot<br>And I guess we never did; <br>They're closer now than they were in life<br>She doesn't scold or moan, <br>While he clings fast to his silent wife, <br>And at least, they're both at home! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">30 August 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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In eighteen thirty-two, 
There wasn't a place at the cemetery
To bury him, that we knew, 
The signs were posted at Netherton, 
‘Don't bring your bodies here! '
The Sexton spoke: ‘Try Gospel Oak, 
Or maybe, Wednesb..."></div>
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