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"Nothing haunts us like the junk we didn't buy."
                                                   Anonymous

"I should keep this," I always say
"I might need it some other day"
Where I put it, there it will stay
That's just my way   That's just my way

Stockpile of junk is what it's called
Trinkets but nothing that has crawled
All over the house, they are sprawled
Hubby appalled     Hubby appalled

At first, it was just a junk drawer
Until my 'things' fell to the floor
"I'll stop."  I promised and I swore
I still want more     I still want more

It's a collection of clutter
"Yes, but they're all mine." I sputter
Even that old broken shutter
And golf putter     And golf putter

I've no room to walk in my house
Not space enough for a lil' mouse
Couldn't find my favorite blouse
Mislaid my spouse    Mislaid my spouse

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