I am spoonbender
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Clocks grow old
So few undo a doubtful noose.
When clocks grow old- walls know the truth.
Short ladders strewn. old rust/brand new.
So few undo a doubtful noose.
12 o'clock folds- one eye grew blue
Long telephone. glass tooth at noon.
So few undo a doubtful noose.
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