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This is a short nonsense poem about hoarding stuff in your house, and probably not throwing stuff out as often as you could.
I've been told before in terms that leave me in no doubt
That i hoard too much stuff-throw some of it out.
Admittedly i do hold onto some items for too long
But that's what happens when my attachment becomes too strong.
I know there are some things that could go, i have to make that clear.
But it's difficult deciding about the things that you hold dear.
There's DVDs videos books and magazines
Some i forgot i had, others i don't think i've ever seen.
I also have some clothes that probably don't even fit
I keep thinking i could sell some and make a little bit
if i could choose the stuff to go and get rid of it today
I'd try to sell it at a car-boot sale or on e-bay.
But that's the problem with things you've had for years
You get nervous as the day for throwing out appears.
Even though i've had advice it's not that i've ignored
There are just certain things that i tend to hoard.
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