Closets have a way
Of filling up each day
Stuff comes there to stay
Until it’s thrown away
But tossing what’s not mine
An unspoken crime
Rather than pay the fine
Wait till another time
Out of My Write Mind 
Humorous and very true poem! I am a pack rat myself and can relate. Stuff I haven’t seen for years and yet I cannot throw it away. It’s like the world might fall on my head if I did! Have a wonderful day and new year, my friend 😊
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Yes, it’s so difficult to part with things, even when we don’t use them any longer. Hope the new year is off to a good start for you, Tyler.
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Marvelous pairing of poetic clutter, have to say yours looks better than mine and less dust! You have me thinking up poetry to pair with a clean garage (no pictures = no evidence). Hope you’re winning elsewhere this first Sunday of the New Year! ❤
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Hard to keep up with it all.
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I’ve seen that sort of thing before. 😉. Time to get to work.
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Yep.
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I know that feeling
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Yeah, I get that. Roadblocks to sanity!
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Haha! Very true Sandy
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“But tossing what’s not mine
An unspoken crime”.
Yep, it can cause unending friction. These words also remind me to respect people’s boundaries and personal spaces.
Thank you. Have a good year.
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Ha, good one! I know what you mean.
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Thanks.
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