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
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