Clock Eclipse
P Paul Hartal
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Everyday,
Without delay,
Two clock arms,
One long
And one short,
Travel forth.
And on their way
To the north,
Twice a day,
At 8: 45
Their spice
And heyday arrive
When the clock,
In a silent rock
Of a trendless trend,
Seems to block
And swallow
Its short hand.
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