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MEMORIES IN TRIPLICATE

MEMORIES IN TRIPLICATE

 

Whist I lay down a while,

My wife went rooting up files…

In a big plastic box,

The smiling fox

Made several o’erflowing piles.

Memories we found a-plenty,

Overwhelming  just how many…

And what befell

We found pictures as well,

Not all of which were put back away!

I found another box that could

Be used for photographs good…

That improved sorting

Without sporting

A cascading paper flood.

When I left for work, my Missus,

Planted on me one or two kisses…

Then she carried on,

The order to spawn

Among evident auspices.

 

–Jonathan Caswell