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Cleaning Up Is Hard To Do
A brief mess, I pray.
My personal junk, my life's baggage, has been dumped again into the dim recesses. How sad. And it's been raining, of course. (Ah, always steps forward and steps back and rain.) Now I tackle once again the cluttered and cloistered environment that, once again, I awake to. But this time, I am that much more a tougher and wiser person. Now I know how to clear a path from room to room. Split up the tasks. Break up the job.
OK, done. Next, get up! And find a sweet approach.
Maybe now that I have grown some more, my domesticity can become more harmonized, more clean, and more lastingly liveable. Time to toss out more of my debris. I've had a long-enough relationship with a too-familiar arrangement, in here.
Sad to see it go. Nothing lasts forever, I guess.
Luckily?
My personal junk, my life's baggage, has been dumped again into the dim recesses. How sad. And it's been raining, of course. (Ah, always steps forward and steps back and rain.) Now I tackle once again the cluttered and cloistered environment that, once again, I awake to. But this time, I am that much more a tougher and wiser person. Now I know how to clear a path from room to room. Split up the tasks. Break up the job.
OK, done. Next, get up! And find a sweet approach.
Maybe now that I have grown some more, my domesticity can become more harmonized, more clean, and more lastingly liveable. Time to toss out more of my debris. I've had a long-enough relationship with a too-familiar arrangement, in here.
Sad to see it go. Nothing lasts forever, I guess.
Luckily?
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