I was just thinking, while outside in my garden
As I listened to the sound (yet again)
Of another ambulance speeding past....
It's Siren moved away and I was left
With the constant and fluctuating ringing of tinnitus
(as it's so called)
My bare feet were cold on the slabs of paving
Considering this and (I know it's odd)
The words of Chris Cringle....
"Everytime you hear a bell ring, another Angel gets its wings!"
One of the things I do love about living in Stafford...
You can hear the church bells peel every Sunday
And it's Lovely!
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