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Mar 2022
the iron bell called all the faithful in their finery
to come kneel in prayer, and sing their throats out
accompanied by the bellowed ***** pipes,
but to the outsider all seemed too unreal too nice
and far too smiley underneath all that finery
to be included in such hallowed ranks
and within those hallowed walls.
Written by
nivek
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