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May 2015
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No longer looked up to 
at least not as much as before 
no longer consulted 
or given the usual care 

No longer do cogs congregate 
not even to syncopate 
Time keeps ticking away 
although this clock's hands stay 

Where has the cuckoo flown to? 
Where shall it alight? 
Somewhere the sand has rested, 
glinting like stars in the night. 





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