Sunday, June 1, 2014

Poetic Bloomings a lie and why


Just a Minute

I’ll be with you in a just minute.
Go back to bed, I’ll soon be in it.
Oh sure, Wifey, he must be thinking.
I see that cup of tea you’re drinking.
And your computer light’s still glowing.
You’ll check your email, I am knowing.
Next, you’ll peruse today’s Facebook feed
and then eat a snack you think you’ll need.
And while you’re at it you’ll watch a show
and you’ll wonder where the time will go.
Just a minute, I don’t believe that’s true,
three hours and a minute, if I know you. 

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