This one is for the pleasure, that the dirt can't hurt you anymore. Funny that that's the pun honey, the floor can't be swept up even as a chore. Of course I'd think the time link thinks it's the minx that thinks it's mine to unwind. You were never mine, but time likes to let loose those feelings we never abused, but were mine. Never in time, I'm the mime that takes the time to lie. I lied, you died.
