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The Trickster

He lives in my brain
Such a trickster is he
Causing chaos and confusion
And frustration for me
But he doesn’t care
Not one little bit
And continues his mischief
With no plans to quit
I awake from my slumber
With grand plans for the day
To declutter my house
And put everything away
I pick up a box filled with trinkets galore
And begin to plunder
In search for more
So consumed in my frenzy
The hours slipped away
And the house is more cluttered
Then it was yesterday
And the beat goes on
From one day to the next
Till one day for sure
I’m gonna break that trickster’s neck
~Sandi


















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