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...r going badly!'"
"And you let the chance escape you?" rapped the rattling tonga-bar.
"What a chance and what an idiot!" clicked the vicious tonga-bar.

Heart of man -- oh, heart of putty! Had I gone by Kakahutti,
On the old Hill-road and rutty, I had 'scaped that fatal car.
But his fortune each must bide by, so I watched the milestones slide by,
To "You call on Her to-morrow!" -- fugue with cymbals by the bar --
You must call on Her to-morrow!" -- post-horn gallop by the bar....Read more of this...

...oon as you had died,
Their faces damp with haste and sympathy,
And pressed my hand in theirs, and smoothed my knee,
And clicked their tongues, and watched me, mournful-eyed.
Gently they told me of that Other Side-
How, even then, you waited there for me,
And what ecstatic meeting ours would be.
Moved by the lovely tale, they broke, and cried.

And when I smiled, they told me I was brave,
And they rejoiced that I was comforted,
And left to tell of all the help they gave.
But I...Read more of this...

...escribed it.
She sang it like a hymn.
By then she loved the shrunken thing,
my little withered limb.

My father's cells clicked each night,
intent on making money.
And as for my cells, they brooded,
little queens, on honey.

Oh boys too, as a matter of fact,
and cigarettes and cars.
Mother frowned at my wasted life.
My father smoked cigars.

My cheeks blossomed with maggots.
I picked at them like pearls.
I covered them with pancake.
I wound my hair in curls.

My father didn't...Read more of this...

...heard in the aisles, or words of the priest at the altar,
So, in each pause of the song, with measured motion the clock clicked.

Thus as they sat, there were footsteps heard, and, suddenly lifted,
Sounded the wooden latch, and the door swung back on its hinges.
Benedict knew by the hob-nailed shoes it was Basil the blacksmith,
And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him.
"Welcome!" the farmer exclaimed, as their footsteps paused of the threshold.
"Welcome, Basi...Read more of this...

...ering up crags to seek 
more favour from the sun
(or long-haired moon) harped for
since those sparks of who am i 
first clicked through consciousness

how the river sidles round 
rocks blocking the painful straight
seems to brush aside
all snags disrupting its ambition
to be sea - certain from its source
downwardness is good - legs don’t have 
that gift (being boned with doubt)

rivers in their waywardness 
become a rattling cage of tigers 
when the storm god snarls
legs are ...Read more of this...

...presence of clergymen having denied these
loves;
Never when worked upon by cynics like chiropractors having
grunted or clicked a vertebra to the discredit of those loves;
Never when anxious to land a job having diminished them by a
conniving smile; or when befuddled by drink
Jeered at them through heartache or lazily fondled the fingers of
their alert enemies; declare

That I shall love you always.
No matter what party is in power;
No matter what temporarily expedient combin...Read more of this...

...obblins

And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge---
 Laughed and laughed till his face grew black;
And when he clicked, with a final twinge
 Of his stifling laughter, he thumped his back
 With a fist that grew on the end of his tail
 Till the breath came back to his lips so pale.

And the third little Goblin leered round at me---
 And there were no lids on his eyes at all---
And he clucked one eye, and he says, says he,
 "What is the style of your socks this fall ?"
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...friend

and placed the pistol against the rat's head. The rat did not

move and continued eating away. When the hammer clicked

back, the rat paused between bites and looked out of the corner

of its eye. First at the pistol and then at the man. It was a kind

of friendly look as if to say, "When my mother was young she

sang like Deanna Durbin. "

 The man pulled the trigger.

 He had no sense of humor.

 There's always a single feature, a double feature and an

eternal fea...Read more of this...

...was up there. I spent

most of my time just looking around.

 An old trunk caught my eye. I unstrapped the straps, un-

clicked the various clickers and opened the God-damn thing.

It was stuffed with old fishing tackle. There were old rods

and reels and lines and boots and creels and there was a metal

box full of flies and lures and hooks.

 Some of the hooks still had worms on them. The worms

were years and decades old and petrified to the hooks. The

worms were now as m...Read more of this...

...
to what they must: hunger, thirst, 
habit. Closer and closer 
comes the scratching which at first 
sounds like sheaves clicked together. 

I know them better than they 
themselves, so I win. At night 
the darkness is against me. 
I can't see enough to sight 
my weapon, which becomes freight 
to be endured or at best 
a crutch to ease swollen feet 
that demand but don't get rest 

unless I invade your barn, 
which I do. Under my dark 
coat, monstrous and vague, I turn 
down y...Read more of this...

...
The parlour splendours of that festive place:
The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnished clock that clicked behind the door;
The chest contrived a double debt to pay,— 
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day;
The pictures placed for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose;
The hearth, except when winter chilled the day,
With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fennel gay;
While broken teacups, wisely kept for show,
Ranged o'er the ch...Read more of this...

...shade within the arbour made a port
To o'ertaxed eyes, its still, green twilight rest became.

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Her knitting-needles clicked and Christine talked,
This child matured to woman unaware,
The first time left alone. Now dreams once balked
Found utterance. Max thought her very fair.
Beneath her cap her ornaments shone gold,
And purest gold they were. Kurler was rich
And heedful. Her old maiden aunt had died
Whose darling care she was. Now, growing bold,
She asked, had Max a sist...Read more of this...

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