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Campanology
cubbzor

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

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