All in service of the crown.
And four arms
How can it be?
our arms and forearms
There are two brothers
But one goal
They rival for
The leading role
In turn each one will fall behind
But moving forward all the time.
two feet walking
I am born at full height
In my prime Iím my smallest
As I age I grow tall once again
Yet easy to read.
a clock (or watch)
The jumbled fragments of the whole
Wreak havoc on where each should go.
a spider on its web
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