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Auntie's Clock

With pride of place, as tall as me

Only more alive

Regular as clock-work it got polished

Or wound for its chimes.

In between she used to say (knowing my mother)

"Don't mind her, you're as good as anyone" but later

Few women polished me, let alone wound my spring

I never kept good time or chimed and

Rarely got listened to

I'm ticking over now

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