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Like Clockwork
Like Clockwork
Timed
Like a fuse
Of various
Lengths,
Less
An explosion
More something
That stinks,
A sweetness
That leaves
An impression
In flight,
Less
In the daylight
And more
In the night,
What was
Such a sweet kiss
There smack
On the lips,
Turns
On a dime
Like a parachute
Rips,
Smiling,
Beguiling
A sudden
Becomes
An awkward
Transfusion,
No fingers,
All thumbs.
Where
Tenderness
Reigned
So deeply regaled
Transforms
Into darkness,
All Ahab
And whaled.
Timed
Like a fuse
Of various
Lengths,
Less
An explosion
More something
That stinks,
A sweetness
That leaves
An impression
In flight,
Less
In the daylight
And more
In the night,
What was
Such a sweet kiss
There smack
On the lips,
Turns
On a dime
Like a parachute
Rips,
Smiling,
Beguiling
A sudden
Becomes
An awkward
Transfusion,
No fingers,
All thumbs.
Where
Tenderness
Reigned
So deeply regaled
Transforms
Into darkness,
All Ahab
And whaled.
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