Packrat Poem by Patrick O'Reilly
Packrat
She carries around this box of rusty, broken things
That she picks up from almost anywhere and keeps
In her room for even years on end sometimes
Useless junk that no one wants
She can't stand to throw away
And she tells me that she is in love with me
So she must be out of her mind
Someone lied to her and told her love was blind
Saturday, May 31, 2008
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