"And when you pray for us, we can begin to see one another's faces."
So that's where I put all that stuff.
We all think we're organized
Until we get lost in the woods;
As all our fears are realized
With the unboxing of all our goods.
We used to move a lot, and it was fairly easy. The last three places, though, were five years, seven years, and another seven -- and I'm probably here until I die, perhaps smothered by an accumulation of stuff.
Taking for grantedWhether you put inA lot or little effortYou will still have me.
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