07/29/2012 5:00 AM

05/16/2014 7:13 PM


The wheels are up, the plane roars high;

I’m soaring off to sunny sky.

Vacation comes, the cares are shed;

There’s not a thing to fret or dread.

No phones allowed; I’m out of touch

(It’s paradise, or nearly such!)

But with a jolt, one thought will dawn:

Say, did I leave the oven on?

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