Mysterious Clock Dancers
Mysterious clock dancers have a way of gliding no one can replicate.
They travel through the fog of London, past many a garden gate.
We had not heard of them until the death of our Great Aunt Kate.
Their mystical magical way of moving is something no one can duplicate.
Many see them coming and wonder about their peculiar fate.
They slip and slide in and out of cosmic portals, in an ethereal state.
Mysterious clock dancers have a way of gliding no one can replicate.
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