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Dec 2019
Moving south, no simple task
Why complicated? you might ask.
You clean your house and sell your stuff
fill up the boxes, what’s so tough?
The movers wrap, and lift, and pack
their truck from bottom, front to back.

A realtor hired, as you presume,
will change and rearrange each room,
with covers, pillows, cushions plus,
reaching perfection without muss.
This really is no way to hold
We owners captive until sold.

Three moves instead of only one
our first began the summer fun.
Boxes in storage we did foresee,
waiting for move number three.
My car with friends amongst bamboo,
packed to the hilt for number two.

We left for Vail mid- afternoon,
our trek began in middle June.
Across the country in two weeks,
Our summer home midst Gore Range Peaks.

End of summer, get my car,
our second move the worst by far.
Three months fraught with frustration,
Countdown to our destination.
The tenant had till end of fall
Before our move to end them all.
Arrival time for number three
The time to end our misery.
Once again, we hit the road
to reach our lasting new abode.
The warmth of Florida we embrace,
As our final winter base.
Written by
Lynne Podrat
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