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Jun 2014
I love to hear the church bells chime
Everyday, three times a day
But one day while laying in the grass they rang
At the wrong hour

Slow pace
One ring ever six seconds
The slow toll of sadness

Here I lay in the grass
time continues to pass
K603
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K603  USA
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