I Am Spoonbender - 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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