The Church Bell
Kids tuned in on their edge
To the police scanner
To hark about what
Crooks and liars
Were up to
The church bell dinged out
Twenty-nine glorious times
Once for each grizzled man
In the cold sea gravy of
The Edmund Fitzgerald
When will some body
Invent a scanner
That never fizzles
But only dribbles out
Like
Angels cheerfully juggling photons
Or how most of the children at
The Community School
Held zippy smiles joyfully pasted
Upon perfectly sunny days
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