“Count cuckoo, canarybird,”
the hour rightwiseness was spoke.
Doubt cast terrorcausing quiet.
Remembrance applepie youth,
clock poured tears.
’Tis running life with storms
and wibblywobbly forecast:
of joyful instances,
lonely labours.
Starborn wish:
mysteries beheld the philosopher,
whereby memory told clock:
“Hurroo! Sprung time,
you round, lurching discontent!”
Stubborn mirror gasps.
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