The Doorbell Poem by Richard D Remler

The Doorbell

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At one a.m. the doorbell rang.
At two it rang again.
I heard it sometime after that,
But I just don't know when.

It rang again at a quarter past,
And I knew that things weren't well -
We have a nice big sturdy door,
But we don't have a bell.


Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler

Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: door,experience,ghostly,haunted,humor
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"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." ~Bernard Meltzer
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