Alfred Edward Housman
Worcestershire
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Eight O'Clock

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He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 27 May 2017
Short and sweet yet profound.
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