In A Vacuum Poem by Sandra Moor

In A Vacuum



Clad in an apron with dust flying galore.
Machine parts scattered all over the floor.
Perched atop this mess my spirits started to sag.
Shoot I was just trying to change the bag.

Thursday, January 2, 2003
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Sandra Moor

Sandra Moor

Windsor, Ontario, Canada
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