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However

My kids are outside playing,

I’m sure that they’re close—by,

I do wish I could see them

But, the grass is four feet high.

The stuffed-up drain and faucet drip.

Combined to soak the tile.

Grandma slipped and broke her hip,

She’ll be laid up for a while.

Didn’t wash the dog’s dish,

Still,---it looks good as new.

A horde of ants just picked it clean,

One less task, thanks to you.

My refrigerator’s sporting

Little blobs of that and this;

There’s something green and fuzzy

But, I don’t know what it is.

Threw away my dust—rag,

For me, it’s lost appeal.

when we know company’s coming

We simply all --- inhale.

I sure do “dig” what you advise

And totally agree,

Though some folks may think otherwise,

I say, “It works for me.”

Your Non—workaholic Pen-pal,

Hannah (0012)