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Toolboxes, pictures, clothes and more stuff Where do I start this is gonna be tough A bag for charity, the skip and to keep A wall I've to climb cos it's all in a heap Why didn't I sort it before I moved in It's a lifetime of **** that I couldn't bin And now the pile's grown and in disorder I've even kept my old recorder Its hard to decide what to throw away So much reminds me of another day I need to be ruthless, I have to do this What doesn't matter and what will I miss An old ***** box just full of old pics Remembering that day when I was only 6  Over to the keep side, the skip pile still bare Why is decluttering so hard, it's not fair Another pile of clothes that don't even fit The last time I wore it I looked like a *** So why have I kept it, why is it still here Now I remember and start to shed a tear What on earth is this, a bit of old plastic Oh yes, a souvenir when I danced the night fantastic It looks like junk just a bit of old debris But to me it triggers an old happy memory I've now been rummaging here for a while   It's made me cry and it's made me smile Over to the keep side, the skip pile still bare Why is decluttering so hard, it's not fair
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Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 2:19 AM UTC
Decluttering again!
Toolboxes, pictures, clothes and more stuff Where do I start this is gonna be tough A bag for charity, the skip and to keep A wall I've to climb cos it's all in a heap Why didn't I sort it before I moved in It's a lifetime of **** that I couldn't bin And now the pile's grown and in disorder I've even kept my old recorder Its hard to decide what to throw away So much reminds me of another day I need to be ruthless, I have to do this What doesn't matter and what will I miss An old ***** box just full of old pics Remembering that day when I was only 6  Over to the keep side, the skip pile still bare Why is decluttering so hard, it's not fair Another pile of clothes that don't even fit The last time I wore it I looked like a *** So why have I kept it, why is it still here Now I remember and start to shed a tear What on earth is this, a bit of old plastic Oh yes, a souvenir when I danced the night fantastic It looks like junk just a bit of old debris But to me it triggers an old happy memory I've now been rummaging here for a while   It's made me cry and it's made me smile Over to the keep side, the skip pile still bare Why is decluttering so hard, it's not fair
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Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 2:19 AM UTC
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