2/23/2026 for Choose a Theme and a Form Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Planks of my fake wood floor are comin' up, so I better get a new one - yup. Now, gather 'round to hear me complain about what a royal pain it is when you don't have a floor beneath your own two feet no more. Especially, when you have bad OCD, and things must be where they're s'posed to be. I'm gonna have a heart attack worrying about getting stuff back. My back won't let me lift - will my friends do the manual labor shift? When I moved in, how was I to know I'd have to spend this kind of dough? Well, I guess I should be glad, instead. I have a roof over my head.
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