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My Father's Watch
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| He had put it aside |
| to do something mechanical, |
| where time strapped on |
| would have been impediment. |
| And I, feeling fanciful, |
| put it around my smaller wrist |
| with a strike of sentiment, |
| in the way of youth supposing |
| that I was someone else. |
| An hour of him became part of me, |
| a moment of generations opening and closing. |
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