Journal, Junk, Jagged Words Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France 10/21/23
"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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