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Life as a Packrat

Hello, world it's a brand new day
In the life of this Packrat in total disarray

Don't misunderstand me; my house is pretty clean,
It's just not the neatest place you've seen

Its time for work, at 8 sharp my bus leaves
I've got my briefcase, but where are my keys

Raining outside, can't deal with wet hair
So where's that umbrella, upstairs somewhere

I do my housework; try to keep things in place
But this Packrat keeps shopping; and running out of space

My kitchen is clean, though slightly disorganized,
The bathroom is crowded, but totally sanitized

Add another room, Ha! What good would that do?
A few trips to the mall and I'd fill that up too.

Now the workweek is over, I've got a hot date
Can't find my earrings, even Love has to wait

I'll buy almost anything that catches my eyes
And keep it long after it's no longer my size

I've had it with this; it's making me ill
As soon as I find that telephone, I'm calling Goodwill.

Written by Vicki Hall


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