2 thoughts on “Magnetic Poetry 365:199”

  1. That’s like my dad’s clock, with the broken pendulum, on my piano. But when I want to “feel like home”, I can push the chime lever and listen to it go “BONG – BONG – BONG”.

    1. I have a brass bell–easily over a hundred years old–that belonged to my grandfather from his schoolteacher years. Like my mother before me, every time I dust, I’m compelled to ring that bell when I pick it up.

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