of an evening
I alighted down in the breakfast room
and weighed the
metal cones on chains unequal
that made the
clock cuckoo on the hour and knew
that there was
something I had to do in a life
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childhood wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in
Egliton Hill wormhole: what life went on
evening wormhole: 1967
life wormhole: 1966
time wormhole: comfy
mlewisredford 