I sit beneath the stone angel,
Her face is hard and grey,
As she stares upon the rows of the mismatched tombstones,
She is the guardian of the cemetery,
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Took me back to my younger years when I would get dizzy from the drink and wake up in the morn in a cemetery thinking like thoughts. That was fun to read, Catie! -Mark
Stone angel could be stony, grim minded.