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Why you shouldn’t clean.

Feeling faint and sick as a tree
Tossed and turned in a torment sea.
Sweeping, swashing, water sloshing
Until I stoop to lean 
Upon a couchy beam.

Whoosh
A pile of wrapping
Whoosh
A pile of snapping
Plastic, papers
Ruins of capers
All amound 
The centered ground.

Resting
Nesting
Mind addressing
Body’s need to sit and sigh.

Body nests
Body rests
Mind watches the pile of dust shift by.

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Holiday Cleaning

We cleaned the house for 6 hours today. Admittedly, a lot of that time was spent walking back and forth trying to figure out what to do with stuff, but overall it was full of cleaning. Here’s my poem about it.

I don’t like cleaning.

I don’t like cleaning.

I don’t like cleaning.

I don’t like cleaning.

Mom cut her arm on a broken glass dove.

I don’t like cleaning.

I don’t like cleaning.

I don’t like cleaning.

I just inhaled a bunch of dust.

I don’t like cleaning.

I don’t like cleaning.

My brother is being an annoying nitwit.

I don’t like cleaning.

My Dad hurt his back so all he can do is sit.

I

am

done

with

cleaning.

 

– Happy Early Thanksgiving.

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