A suitable poem for the turn of the year; from Seamus Heaney’s 1972 collection ‘Wintering Out’.
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When churchyards yawn…
…being an exploration of mid-20th Century horror paperbacks and assorted oddities.
When churchyards yawn... 
I am finally reading this series after saving the notices in my e-mail account for several weeks. I will pause here and re-read this one carefully, and again out loud.
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