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Dusty top of the kitchen fridge
No worries about cleaning
Unless . . .
Taller guests come to play bridge
Windshield wipers, broken and worn
Needing to be replaced
But never . . .
Attempt when rain becomes airborne
Congested and overmatched table
Keeping life healthy and in order
Looking like . . .
Walgreens, filled with pill labels
Remembering school days past
Time to take another test
Pausing . . .
Hoping the “ditto” smell will last
Self-driving cars, soon to be the craze
Sitting in one, with perplexed look
Pondering . . .
Will the back seat driver be unfazed?
Raiding the freezer for a midnight snack
Hunger disrupts blissful sleep
What’s this . . .
Cookie Dough ice cream has been hijacked
Installing a terrific app on her “hip” phone
Grandson helps his Grandma out
Meanwhile . . .
With his flip phone, Grandpa feels quite alone
Finding a parking spot is tonight’s mission
Free valet parking
Guaranteed . . .
When you drive a manual transmission
So many toilet paper choices and sizes
What ever happened to having just one?
Confusing . . .
Mega and Super Mega waiting in disguise
Enjoying a late night film on television
Fearful of falling asleep
Always prepared . . .
Setting an alarm, allows for night vision
Reading and proofreading, reading once more
Retired English teacher
Never satisfied . . .
Writing a “perfect” text with words to adore
If you have enjoyed this bit of fun
Wait for the next round
When . . .
Doughnuts and coffee for everyone
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Originally published March, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 
So many memorable tidbits! I think that my favorite is the smell of the ditto. I do remember that purple ink that not only smelled but also got all over my fingers. Good memories! Thank you for stoking the fires of my memory bank.
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Ah yes! Those memories of the smell of the ditto copies as well as our soiled hands are a testament to our school days and later our teaching.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Linda, thanks for reading. Blessings to you and your family.
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Yes life has gotten more complicated.
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I agree with you Elaine. Being retired, I try to reduce the clutter in my life. Sometimes I am successful, but other times not so much.
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Yes clutter can complicate one’s life. With the onslaught of junk mail it gets harder. Oftentimes I drop most of my mail in the recycling box after getting in out of the mailbox. Reducing clutter is an ongoing challenge. But it’s well worth the effort.
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Thanks for the memories!
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Susan, you are very welcome. This was an enjoyable poem to write a few years ago.
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I love this!
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Anneli, I appreciate your kind words. It’s one of my older poems, but it shares some honest reflections about life.
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Thatput a smile on my face – unless we ever meet, we’ll just have to do coffee and donuts together virtually
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Kev, thanks for sharing back some thoughts. Enjoy another cup of coffee . . . it’s on the house!
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