Snooker on the table Life sticks to cue chalk at play,
the rosin of Fiddle game,
balls to space after strike rolling all the spoke,
set to rack.
Pleasure den with pipes of tip stuffed tobacco sound,
the smoke in breathing Fire in ancient walls on time,
portraits ages.
Velvet spun antler shed 'tis the season of the fed,
in global harp a mouth tooth token,
shift in gear to zero.
Clock at hand the twelve strike Ten at eleven the Minute hour,
seconds' mount the shock arm swipe,
digital of less role.
Snippets tabulate natures clear,
in the watch of planets' locked,
a curvature in swinging wide,
to bank the spin on Mechanics trend, The Dream.
Carry On
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