It all will come to pass.
Poem on wall clock.
As summer turns to snow living flesh has turned to sand.
Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone silence the pianos and with muffled drum bring out the coffin let the mourners.
Echoes from the past.
Desiderata poem poesy verse poetry quote white square wall clock.
An ongoing quest as they try to decide whose assembly is best.
Shadows come and go trees like scarecrows stand.
Lord twister the first fine collector of clocks has a room laid aside for his ticks and his tocks.
The ticking of the clock.
The turning of the wheel.
At five o clock precisely he hammers at my door and breaks in forty pieces my most delightful snore.
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But the clocks always bicker.
This little dumpy sergeant so prompt and so precise he calls me once with vigor but he never calls me twice.