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Split chimes and reverent tells,
my days are full of broken bells.
I grow weary of these cracked shells.
I never stop ringing.
To forever silence these mighty bells,
would be to calm a man that speaks in yells,
or clear a mind that always dwells.
I never stop ringing.
If released from this 8 by twelve cell,
I'd eventually return to this devout hell,
for the days are measured in chimes as well.
I'll never stop ringing.

9 Feb 10

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From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
 — Bloodfetish

You've learned to love the rope, as an old saying goes!  This is fun.  Not all perfection in terms of lines but it's fun, it's interesting, snappy - things a poem should be!  Now explain the title?
 — Isabelle5

Campanology = the study of bells
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