I Used to Have Rings

I used to have rings
considerable things
doing wonderful terrible
everyday things

on me they would cling
flapping their wings
telling me all kinds of
relevant things

etched right inside
were some chiselings
so I nearly forgot
their pings and their dings

yet then they would bring
a music they’d sing
through a sequence of strings
some springs and some swings

and the legends of
terrible wonderful kings
would ring out in song
as they picked up their slings

and defeated some big
great hairy-assed things
and there I was left
wringing my rings

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