The debris
on the floor
is only my inwards spilled out.
I’m not some trashy broad
who throws this here and that there
not knowing where anything is.
As a matter of fact,
I know where everything is-sorta.
Ya simply gotta gamble,
but I do ramble on.
My brain, my body, my mouth
are what’s on the lampshade, the sofa, the floor.
So, watch where you step.
Love it more!
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Good one, Susan !
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Thank you, KK! I appreciate your encouragement!!
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😅 Whew! Thank you, B!!
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Thank you, Lady!
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