A room with low windows, with brown shades,
Where a Danzig clock keeps silent in the corner;
A low leather sofa; and right above it
The sculpted heads of two smiling devils;
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Nearby a second clock. A bird sits inside.
It pops out squawking and calls three times.
And it has barely finished its third and last call
When mother ladles out soup from a hot tureen.
A very fine poem. tony
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Nearby a second clock. A bird sits inside. It pops out squawking and calls three times. And it has barely finished its third and last call When mother ladles out soup from a hot tureen. A very fine poem. tony