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Does Bell live here ?
Or is it a direction to push for notification
I will go with the former
Bell lives there and she wants everyone to know it
If you are invited to her party
You won't miss it
I'm all rhymed out, but no, and just want to go with the flow
Bell 's name is a show!
Here I am, she says
With that sign, there's no delay
Of the postman getting it wrong
Or guests come to party, twenty strong.!
And I question the painter
Who used two paints for
Brick that doesn't need it
Her name declares you should heed it
So lovely to see you you, Bell
And all's well that ends well !
Thank you , Writer Pilgrim!
Buzzer Beater
It took him all day to repair the stupid doorbell. They quarreled over it. She didn’t want it fixed. For the time and money, she would have preferred a new Ring cam. It was too high to reach in the first place. Who had put it way up there? And too small to see. Well, she regretted saying that. He added the ridiculous arrow sign. It looked like their name, for God’s sake. They were interrupted by a racket downstairs.
“Whats that?” he said.
She couldn’t suppress a smile. “I think somebody’s knocking.”