259 (287) Emily Dickinson
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A Clocked stopped -
Not the Mantel's -
Geneva's farthest skill
Cant put the puppet bowing -
That just now dangled still -
An awe come on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched - with pain -
Then quivered out of Decimals -
Into Degreless noon -
It will not stir for Doctor's -
This Pendulum of snow -
The Shopman importunates it -
While cool - concernless No -
Nods from the Gilded pointers -
Nods from the Second slim -
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life -
And Him -
Not the Mantel's -
Geneva's farthest skill
Cant put the puppet bowing -
That just now dangled still -
An awe come on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched - with pain -
Then quivered out of Decimals -
Into Degreless noon -
It will not stir for Doctor's -
This Pendulum of snow -
The Shopman importunates it -
While cool - concernless No -
Nods from the Gilded pointers -
Nods from the Second slim -
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life -
And Him -
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