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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Honestly

Mostly, she loves me,
sometimes she likes me not,
always adores her animals,
I mean, she loves them a lot.
And she’s fond of her treasures
in ways I can’t measure.
To me, it’s just stuff,
yet she loves them enough
to cherish, to hold to,
so what can I do.
I move things and dust them,
pay the credit card bill,
there’s no end to collecting,
say what I will.
I can argue, I’ve tried
on many a day,
but in the end it’s just clear,
she lets me have it her way.

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