The mess keeps piling up.
In the storage room
the number of empty boxes
keeps growing.
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We all have 'stuff' that needs to be sorted and tossed. And, if you don't sort then just wait until you're my age and there would be no room to move. This is another of your delightful poems! Marilyn
spring is by the corner again please don't throw your unwanted stuff give it to needy or salvation army if you have one. your poem is very clear i could imagine what you saying.very nice. sinsie. md. come visit my poems too.