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Treasured Place
Pockets are a treasured place,
Except when the laundry is done,
Then they are called a disgrace.
Everything of value,
Is all in one place!
Stuffed into pockets,
Until the end of day.
Screws on top of Kleenex,
A few stones found outside.
Occasionally a hammer,
With an old sock by its side.
My phone.
Water bottles all have a place,
Short pencils if there is enough space.
It's the emptying,
That causes a spat!
I often forget about that!
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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