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The Last Bell Tolls

Misty eyed and weary over the gallows I blow  
daunting a mere string in tow  
last school bells rung  
but the hallowed halls still call  

Scuff marks mark my sentence  
tough times as seconds rolled on  
pure white first day memories  
ditched where murky waters flow
 
puddles and mud stained canvas  
darkness haunts to this very day  
locked away silent weekends  
my tongue cinched up and ready to pay  
 
 
Used and abused  
a fresh life awaits  
up high I fly
JusTim_
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