The Home of My Computer

I call it clutter corner and you can see the reason why things are scattered everywhere enough to make ya cry But that my Friends is happiness a place to dream each day a place to put the words I write To save the things I say Who knows the final outcome If I made it look all bright Perhaps the words would stop to flow If it had a different sight So stay it will all cluttered that corner that I love The corner where I write whose words that come from heaven above Mr. Doug