Found an old rickety bookshelf with glass doors.
Fell in love with it.
Though I had no idea where I would put it-
Love has a way of making room.
Carried it upstairs, well the two guys I live with carried it upstairs.
Then I had to move the
dresser.
Which lead me to move the chair.
Then I had to take down the
painting as the book shelf covered it up.
Where to hang the painting? Oh I had an idea: "I'll let it sleep under the bed!"
But first I had to move the suitcases.
In doing so I laughed, "I found some books making the bookshelf a practical deal!"
French Husband burst my bubble saying, "You know you aren't really go to put books in the bookshelf. Do you ever use anything for what it is intended?"
I looked him up and down with a shy grin, "Honey Doll you know I do."
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