Some days I could sit here in my lodge
Staring at all the “needed” hodgepodge
A laziness I sometimes allow myself
Ignoring it like dust on the shelf
Other days it bothers me
It’s a jumble of trash I see
Nothing special or of worth
I hate to admit
It’s been like this since birth!
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Weekend Writing Prompt #479 – Hodgepodge
The Bag Lady 