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The Bellman
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The Bellman |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
 "The Bellman"the bellman counts the ticks, the tocks from high above, on measure of clocks and half past none he holds the rope from high above on tile slant slopes he smiles and laughs as minutes go by waiting there to ring his chime looking down he sees the frown of another woman walking by her lover is gone she had chosen the wrongful one and now her heart does sigh There was a man, an angel, a soul to save her from the daily lull who'd never placed her on the dole He invited her to go with him on a lifelong journey that knows no end She stood him up choosing another man leaving her left with a few grains of sand The bellman sneers this poor lass, so mournful and dear her angel has flown and so passes the year He holds his tongue, the bellman rung to teach the lessons of old the bugler may be the only one when opportunity flies your way choose wise, choose well or else the heart will pay for when the bells begin to ring choose the one with whom you'll sing for when the bugler calls it may be too late for your royal ball [This message has been edited by martiniat8 (06-09-2010 10:48 AM).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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