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The Collected Poetry of Jon Richard
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Friday, January 18, 2013
1999
My old ticker keeps on ticking at its sixty beats a minute,
But I alone knew–and for years now–that there's something come loose in it.
They say even dead watches on occasion know the time,
But one hand of my timekeeper's on nineteen ninety-nine.
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