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Organization Delights

Making a list! What,I lost It? Rewrite, "Things to Do." Check each item off. It's your map to sanity. What's this shoe doing here? Oh, I forgot this metallic purse, Hiding under a chair? Earrings hiding behind a book. Now, it's a treasure hunt. Wow~a sapphire- colored guitar. Once played, on a summer night, Easy to get lost, in these treasures. A little toddlers table? Yes with soldiers abandoned So long ago! I greet them all....hello! Your big stuffed dog, cries for you. These things are not junk My house, my country. Getting organized, a joy. A Grandma and her grown boy. Panagiota Romios 5.29.2021 5/30/2021

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Date: 5/30/2021 11:10:00 AM
Everything has its place a shame we forget where we put them sometimes. Tom
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 5/30/2021 11:39:00 AM
I so agree. Why do these places move? iPad better, by the way. You could turn your comment into a couplet! Pangie xx

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