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Re: Poem about bell ringing
Sorry, I forgot the list stripped attachments. Here's the poem:
Old North Church, Saturday
I sit beneath the belfry
Eight ropes hanging
In the old North Church
The ropes bob and sallies rush towards their holes
Deranged ferrets running from fox
I do this without you
But this is still about you
Treble’s going
She’s gone
Has been for a long time
She hits clamorously