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Treble’s going
“Look to! Treble’s going…she’s gone.”
I’d cry the time-honoured words when I was young,
my voice a boyish chirrup. Everyone
around me on the belfry floor where hung
the bell-ropes were grown-ups, so it was grand
to lead-off when the peal of church bells swung
to clattering action with the six-strong band
following after, letting fly our ropes,
those woolly sallies...
Thursday 15th June 2023 1:34 pm
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