VacuumA Poem by Rita L. SevSo, where DOES time go?I’m convinced my vacuum cleaner has gotten too much power; it’s not just picking up the dirt, it’s sucking up the hours.
They must be trapped inside ~ I’ll search each crevice in it until I find all that lost time, and reclaim every minute.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful, a grand cosmic maneuver, to answer “Where does time go?” with “It’s just inside the Hoover.” © 2013 Rita L. SevReviews
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38 Reviews Added on August 25, 2013 Last Updated on August 25, 2013 AuthorRita L. SevPhiladelphia, PAAboutPLEASE READ THIS BEFORE "FRIENDING" ME: I am happy to be sharing my poems (and occasional stories) and thrilled to be reading fellow authors. About Friend Requests - It is wise to READ some of .. more..Writing
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