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I look around my house where there is no room
And I think no more shopping shall I ever do

Shopping used to be my thing, but lately 
My multitude of purchases have simply
Made me blue.

The house is getting smaller. It feels like
Stuff has taken over.  It is strange how
Fast it grew.

Weirdly enough, the stuff is not being used.
It is clogging up the house, and it makes me
Feel blue.

I have never thought of myself as a hoarder,
But I do now. Yes, a purge is what I need to do.

A gigantic sale, but who would come out here? 
I live in the country where cars are very few.

I will have a freebee party, invite my friends, and
Have them take all the stuff they want that’s new.

Are you kidding? We both know I’d run off to the store
And replace all this crud, and buy some more too.

I will ask Joe to help me find a nice, orderly way
“so I can enjoy this house with you.”

Uh-oh. His ideas involve throwing away a bunch of 
Terrific stuff.  That I cannot do.

I guess I will continue to climb over the
Piles in the kitchen as I make my famous stew

And this conversation never happened, if you
Want to remain friends with me, okay, you?

Please come over here and rob the place. 
The door is open
I will be gone each day 'til two.

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