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Funeral Bells (Pint-Sized Poem #50)

Funeral bells.
Ringing in your mind.
Like cold shivers.
Up your neck.
And down your spine.
And stays in your head.
Ringing--
Chiming--
Echoing--
And singing--
In your ears and through your mind.
Up your neck and down your spine.
And live in your head.
Until the day you die.

Just another song to sing.
Another story to tell.
Just some more ringing of those--

Funeral bells.
Written by Page_Writer (Paige Rider)
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