Bar Room Bell of the Ball

In this cluster

They began to talk

A lot of

Damn strange stuff

And thus became

A world themselves

Fancying that they were

Descendants of Life herself

Telling of local worthies

Making themselves a symbol

One of the reasons

They thought themselves

So bright and ambitious

Running local pubs with one hand

And thinking they were pulling

Political strings in back rooms

With the other

Seeking to make a come back

For a place that

Hadn’t gone anywhere

In the fist place

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