The coin was off-duty—milled edges had quit.
Move forward! Move forward! Oh time, in thy flight,
Make it tomorrow—just for tonight.
* * *
Hubby came home, tangle-footed,
His wifie met him at the door,
Grabbed the bottle from his pocket—
“Empty? Go and get some more!”
* * *
Irene Talbot, skillful typist,