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We Keep Strange Hours

We keep strange hours
in strange clocks.

Hands that run forward,
then backward, or not at all.

Let’s baffle the Swiss,
please arrange them Miss,

but not in any order,

hide them wherever,
set the moments and gears adrift…

and love the strange hours

–May 17, 2017

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