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Aug 2014
overstuffed places
it all has faces,
names and dates
all things rate,

another chance,

like my garage,
an assault, a barrage,
on the eyes, and the mind
you will despise, or go blind

if you stare too long,

how did it get this way
you ask,
up to the task,
close the door and stay away!

not a good thing,

life gets in the way,
of the every day
put things back where they belong,
works but, won't be a top forty song,

not even if by Lennon and McCartney

years and years and years of rushing
give it to dad he will put it in the garage,
if that is a garage, then life is a mirage,
if was a large toilet, clogged while flushing,

then somebody call a plumber,

there will be order out of chaos of decades,
willing to give away what won't be thrown,
willing to throw away what can't be recycled,
willing to recycle what can't be sold,
willing to do it now before sounding old and aged,

and bequeath it all to the Family

Categories for this story, camping, car supplies,
tools and hardware
work bench, spare fridge, rock art,
oh did I forget Christmas trees and ornaments
oldest son's stuff, table saw, winter tires,

the three Amigo's

Garbage, Recycling and Organics,
The Bin brothers,
The scooter and display shelves,
sounds simple, sounds divine,

The Name is Clutter
Good night, I'll be fine.


Really.
Ottar
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