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Bells

by Erinmarx

Ring, Ring. They shine, they sing. One, Two, Three, Four. The notes they move up and down like a roller coaster. The big ones gong strong and proud. The small ones shrill, high pitched, and loud. Ring, Ring. They shine, they sing.
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Comments (3)

jenny.campos.33
Very nice poem. I could hear the bells as I was reading it and can see how much you enjoy playing them.
Erinmarx
I wrote this poem about the hand bells that I have been playing for 7 years with my friends at my church. It has been a lot of fun and an amazing experience with a great group of people. This year is going to be our last together and I am definitely going to miss it.
Erinmarx
I wrote this poem about the hand bells that I have been playing for 7 years with my friends at my church. It has been a lot of fun and an amazing experience with a great group of people. This year is going to be our last together and I am definitely going to miss it.

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