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Mar 09. 2026
I jingle and clang, but I’m not a bell for your wrist. I wake the herd, yet I never insist. I sit on a neck, I’m loud in the field Guess who I am, my sound never yields?
Mar 09. 2026
I jingle and clang, but I’m not a bell for your wrist. I wake the herd, yet I never insist. I sit on a neck, I’m loud in the field Guess who I am, my sound never yields?