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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
Monday 25th May 2020 11:13 am
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