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“Papaw, whatzat?” My granddaughter asks, As she watches me Pull my pocketwatch From the front of my bibs To check the time. “That’s my watch.” I tell her, As she holds it in her hand, Intently studying. She shakes her head. “It takes too long To know What time it is.” She remarks. Out of the mouths of babes… But I like it. The slow deliberate And quiet ticking Of the pocketwatch In my bibs.
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Pocketwatch
“Papaw, whatzat?” My granddaughter asks, As she watches me Pull my pocketwatch From the front of my bibs To check the time. “That’s my watch.” I tell her, As she holds it in her hand, Intently studying. She shakes her head. “It takes too long To know What time it is.” She remarks. Out of the mouths of babes… But I like it. The slow deliberate And quiet ticking Of the pocketwatch In my bibs.
There's the slow drawl of my life in this one.
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69/M/The Meadows
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
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