You Ask What Matters Most
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I hear them say, no toilet paper today. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next week, wiping my butt now looks bleak. Let's grab for the cleaner, I'm going to wind up leaner. Where is the love, it's in the doctors glove. We are now one, whether we are old or young. You ask what matters most, that's up to you so let's toast.
Date Written: 3/26/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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