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Sep 2015
An old time clock
with a weight swaying
to and fro, a pendulum
I think they are called?

Side to side
or an old wind up pocketwatch,
that won't wind anymore,
or a tie clip from your Dad's
collection.

You look at it in the old cigar box
it's been carefully put away when
his aftershave seems to fill the air,
and you recall Momma hugging him?

Now you only have no ties to use
a tie clip for.
And a clock in the corner and
one in your cigar box,
not ticking,
anymore.
wordvango
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