Late poetry… better than no poetry at all. Garage Sale therapy.
Took some junk to my friends
Spent my time there till the end
Garage sale therapy
People want things for nearly free
I’m not about to let that be
Garage sale therapy
Sold that junk made some coin
Made it fun with friends I joined
Garage sale therapy
Chicago dogs sloppy juicy right
Home made beer that was outta sight
Garage sale therapy
End of day try to give stuff away
Want it gone please by end of day
Garage sale therapy
Something aren’t even give away-able
No matter what the BS we say to ya
Garage sale therapy
Pack what’s left get it gone
Hope the Salvation Army will come along
Garage sale therapy
Feeling dittzy with all the chatter
Made stories up it doesn’t matter
Garage sale therapy
For all the work it takes to do
To lay our junk out for you to choose
Garage sale therapy
I won’t be doing this again real soon
Makes me crazy on this full moon
Garage sale therapy
I’d rather visit a garage sale any day
Then have one and sit selling as time passes away
Garage sale therapy
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
Been a long time gone since I’ve been garage sailin’ with you, girlfriend. I, too, prefer to be on the sailin’ rather then the sellin’ end. 8>D
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I know …you know how I love my garage salin’ sister. xo
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OMG!!! I just love this poem you wrote!!!! It would go great on my garage sale blog?!?! Would you mind if I shared it with everyone and give credit to you of course!!!! Love it!
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