Stuff, stuff everywhere
I'm surrounded by stuff
here and there.
Stuff, stuff everywhere
Hiding in every nook
and cranny
Stuff, stuff everywhere
everywhere I look I see stuff
I see books, books everywhere
I see guitars, ukuleles and paper everywhere
Stuff, stuff everywhere
It's so overwhelming.
It's time to stop writing this poem
and start clean, clean, cleaning
and getting, getting, getting
rid of stuff
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