A Spell
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Barry Middleton
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there isn't much time
for prayer or for rhyme
the clock keeps ticking all day
the rain softly falls
and a somber mood calls
the sky is foreboding and gray
I cannot quite believe
for the sharp winds deceive
and hope only seems to betray
for the cold casts a spell
like a dreaded death knell
and grief that forever must stay
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