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The Pains of Moving
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The Pains of Moving |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA 
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To move is such a pain You have to paint and do all sorts of stuff For it to regain Its natural beauty again With all the painting You first have to cut in And then paint the walls Don't forget the closets Oh what a pain Then you rip up the carpet And the wood underneath Looks like it had seen better days And don't forget termite damage Oh what a day By the time your done Everything under the sun Hurts so bad you have to come home And pop Tylenol PM To kill the pain before bed Cold hands means a warm heart |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
When that pain comes to me, I think about you and it vanishes with all the other pain.   What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Julie, before long you will have the house all fixed up and you will have a beautiful new "Home Sweet Home"!   Linda |
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