There are so many kinds of clutter;
They don’t have to be very large.
They can all be easily cleared away,
As long as you’re willing to take charge.
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Or, if a house is filled with such stuff
With no chance it will ever subside,
You can step out into the garden
And forget what you have inside.
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But if you enjoy foraging around
In the great junk drawer of life,
Who is to say you can’t live that way,
Whether you’re husband or wife.
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You may tend to wade through such clutter,
As you move from room to room.
Such as packets of seeds, fully expired,
The head of a garden broom.
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Jigsaw pieces, a broken zipper,
A paperweight never used.
Tiny nuts and screws, books never read;
A receipt that left you confused.
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Misshaped paperclips, jam jar lids,
Batteries alive and dead;
A combination note for something or other,
An ear from a lost figurine’s head.
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Seashells from a forgotten seashore,
A saved label from some bottle of brandy.
There are bits and pieces of this and that.
You’re quite sure they’ll come in handy.
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If it exists it’s because you need it,
Of that there is no doubt.
When all’s said and done,
At the end of the day,
Surely, the clutter will sort itself out!