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whilst the bells ring (Free verse) by richa

Plants doff their flowers Stalks speared to the sun Respecting the hours Church chimed three.. two... one... Ringing out brave In a tall chimney spire The bells cupboard caged Still drown out the choir The floorboards beneath Creak side to side Pine pressed a green Hinting a thyme Cursed under the shadow Of bells burned a bronze Whilst ropes hang a gallow And chimes ding a dong Sleep... sleep... sleep... The candlestick fields Reap.. reap.. reap The scythe of the bells

Holy Tits 18-Jan-07/7:35 AM
Are you fucking serious? This is truly awful. Childish trash. Oh dear.




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