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.
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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!
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I found another box that could
Be used for photographs good…
That improved sorting
Without sporting
A cascading paper flood.
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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
