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A curious thing to reset an old clock: Turning, churning, winding, minding The delicate craftsmanship, rollicking spots And gears, gears, gears. How children delight in the noises and sights, Ticking, ringing, turning, swinging The pendulum flowing, eternally slowing And falling, falling, falling. Tumultuous ticking, the timekeeper turning For each little hour to come and pass, 'Til one fateful second, the governor reckoned, The clock should surely stop.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
Old Clock
A curious thing to reset an old clock: Turning, churning, winding, minding The delicate craftsmanship, rollicking spots And gears, gears, gears. How children delight in the noises and sights, Ticking, ringing, turning, swinging The pendulum flowing, eternally slowing And falling, falling, falling. Tumultuous ticking, the timekeeper turning For each little hour to come and pass, 'Til one fateful second, the governor reckoned, The clock should surely stop.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
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