A Packrat
Storing this,
And storing that.
Why be such
A packrat?
Clutter here,
And clutter there.
Piles of clutter
Everywhere.
Furniture, clothes,
Boxes, beads:
Stuff you don’t
Even need.
Always on a
Shopping spree,
But naught canst thou
Take with thee.
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poem by Walterrean Salley
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