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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
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8636365
Weighted score: 6.8301167
Overall Rank: 346
Posted: October 1, 2002 11:13 AM PDT; Last modified: August 14, 2003 7:10 AM PDT
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