They appeared as a gift or purchase,
One wonders if mostly done by impulse,
Too much stuff for not much purpose
Other than create a first-world surplus.
All take up space,
Always in my face
For use only once in a while,
Not enough to justify the pile.
Off they go,
Time to let them flow
To those who can use them
And would find each a gem.
At one time they were a good buy,
Now I have to fare them good-bye.
Energy I must muster
To help me declutter.
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oh so much fun!
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Still more stuff to go!
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Always
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My favourite thing about this is that you juxtapose your flowing poem about how paying these things forward with the simple tag ‘crap’. Excellent!
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Such a catch-all word, ahem.
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You know what they say: the stuff we buy today becomes the clutter of tomorrow. Something like that. Which reminds me…I need to clean out my closet.
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I’m wiped out. I keep saying no more, but . . . no more . . . for real!
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I’m with you on that one! Half our garage is filled with this stuff.
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Terrible, isn’t it?
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