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marriage (Free verse) by bearhead

I was trying to hear the tiny noises In a confined room~ Distracted by the remembrance Of a dream Where the choices rang like bells~ Yes, I knew him, he was Like Pavlov's dogs when she smiled. The church now rings its knell His finest day is done.... She smiling in a virgin's gown Her crimson smile; A bitter frown. The next ten years are hell All of it came to me in that box ~the wild ticking of clocks.

bearhead 2-Aug-03/12:08 PM
"The church's noon bells sound like a death knell....
His finest day is done......
She vivid in a virgin's gown"

Any better? Thanks for the critique.




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