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The Olde Shoppe Bell
I hear the bell like ex-wives voices nagging Hanging,beneath the olde shoppe door ringing When someone enters through They have and I do A swift little dance and a more ridiculous jig To that stupid and silly sounding thing Every time I hear it, it echoes in my head As if far fetched fantasies An ominous figure the tiny brass is introducing In the black trench coat to appear instead Along with hat that eclipses his face There he'll be, standing Eyeing all from beyond his place Patrons inside slow turn in sync trembling in fear As if death were choosing its next victim "right here" It wouldn't be long before I could no longer hold on From hysterics and laughter outward and in directions forthwith Toward the harbinger announcments of cruel intentions As the next candidate bound on hell train's transportion And beneath the door prodding sounds once more That stupid bell again starts ringing And I'd think to myself " surely no angel has gotten their wings" So under my breath laughing, then jump heel clicking, dancing a more ridiculous jig
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