Poetry: the watchmaker hired a fumbling apprentice

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the watchmaker hired a fumbling apprentice

tick-tock, tick-tock

The weary gong of a

Grandfather clock

The gentle snowfall

On leaden limbs

Dredge, dredge, dredge

(and)

tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick

The stuttered seconds of

Blurred summers quick

The far-flung lightning

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