Hands of Time
Why is it that our weekends go by in a flash,
before you know it we'll be back at work earning cash,
sometimes like Harold Lloyd I want to do something rash,
hang onto my clock hands and stop time from going so fast...
2-27-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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