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Dec 2014
The sun on my wrist
Tells me time is for consideration
you can chop it up, display it
Be here, be there, till it matters

When my Movado shines
in her eyes like a dream
Does she care about the time?
Or the gold and sliver around it
Michael Chandler
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Michael Chandler  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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