I cannot keep up with all the junk; it just keeps coming. My mailbox is full of junk mail and duplicate catalogs everyday - and so is my email. Work sends me home with armloads of training manuals and other propaganda, and it usually just sits in a certain spot, only to be moved to another spot, and finally someday placed in the recycle bin. As I look around this room, I see all kinds of clutter that never gets used. It just sits there, lonely, listening to the crickets outside my window. Maybe I'll clean it up tomorrow...
1 comment:
good vision - you talk about clutter, but you always see flowers, the beauty in this world of ours.
Excited for the election i bet - changing the country, one vote at a time...
...Vote for Cleavage!
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