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Cleaning House

I'm Through With You

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

No offense, I hope you understand

But I’m cleaning out the house

Throwing out all unwanted items

It is time for a fresh start in life

It is time for some major changes

Out goes the chair you sit in nightly

Along with your tacky wall art

Into the bag goes your alarm clock

To join your shaving supplies

All but the clothes on your back

Have already been packed

I could have thrown them out

To sit on the lawn for all to see

Instead, I choose to pile them high

To burn in the backyard fire pit

No offense, but I am done

With your cheating ways

So I am cleaning out the house

And you are next because

I am through with you

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs