Lawrence Hall
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A Clockwork Clock
One almost never sees a clockwork clock
Two trimmed and stamped and punched flat metal disks
With gears and wheels and springs and hands attached
And all enclosed in steel and faced with glass
On duty in the kitchen window there
To watch Mom’s baking bread or note the hours
Until The Cisco Kid lassoed a dream
To delight little boys with a golden tale
Adventures when the hands met years ago
But now
One almost never sees a clockwork clock
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