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Mar 2013
Quickly twisting the dial on my watch, that control the hours,
minutes, and seconds to help the days pass by.
My time is flying right before my very eyes;
but were does that leave the rest of society?
Who would be correct? Would majority rule? Or
would I be right on time, in the place we want to meet
if I were to spin the dial on my watch
and ask you to do the same.
P Chartier
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P Chartier  New York
(New York)   
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   Timothy Brown and August
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