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Can’t find my keys, Can’t find my purse
It’s getting late, It’s getting worse
Toss the papers in the air
Clutter, Clutter Everywhere
Under tables, On the floor
How did this become a chore?
Need to find someone to help
Where’s the dog and what’s that yelp?
The cat’s asleep upon a pile
I guess I’ll be here for awhile
The telephone’s ringing off the hook
No time to waste, no time to look
I have to leave, I’m out the door
I can’t take this anymore!
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Reblogged this on Thanks for Noticing Me.
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Thanks for the reblog 🙂
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LOL Uh yes, I feel your pain LOL
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It’s so nice to not be alone LOL
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Nice one Dorinda! Mmm… Life, I believe? 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, Rob! Yes, Life. However, clutter is a sign of genius, so it’s all good 😉
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That’s what I keep telling my girlfriend! She never seems to believe me! 🙂
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I know, I know, we geniuses never catch a break LOL
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🙂
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