My uncle leaned towards me, marble teeth

Piano keys, his face too tight, too round,

With trembling hands, I took the glass machino,

Into which I gazed with awe and wonder;

Whirling wheels and shiny cogs all turning,

Driven by a coiled bronze spring and sprocket.

Mesmerised for hours I watched that sprocket;

Its gleaming metal polished razor teeth;

Power fro...

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