Hanging On

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Hanging On
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I hang on to everything.
I hate to throw anything away.
My wife thinks I’m the garbage king,
But I hang on anyway.
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Sometimes it’s a good thing.
Never know, might need it someday!
When she asks to toss something,
“I need that”, is what I say.
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So, she just waits ’til I’m not looking,
Then puts it in the trash.
Some simple emotional unhooking,
She knows I’m full of balderdash.
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It usually works out the same.
Doesn’t matter if it’s June or November,
She’s pretty sure there’ll be no blame.
The thing is, I don’t even remember!
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Hey! Where’s my High School yearbook?

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