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Poem about Cleaning Up the Little Things, before they Erupt like volcanos 

Clean up Time 

It’s time for clearing up 
All those things primed to erupt 
Those homework type things 
Nagging in our mind like sin 

If we keep pushing them down 
We’ll never lose our frown 
We’ll be strangled by shoulds
And “If only I could”

Those little things 
Haunting our false grins 
Theres no breakthrough 
Until we clean up, so it’s like new 

Dive into the foundation of all things 
Only when we are solid, can we win 
Otherwise chaos is everywhere 
Just like the cupboard under the stairs 

Written by Zoe L L

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