Once upon an August heated
While I toiled, near defeated,
Over many a box of stuff I'd swear I never saw before;
I was packing, close to screaming
While my mind it started dreaming
Dreaming of a day that I now can but cry for,
Of a joyous, happy day when packing will be all done for.
That day arriveth? Nevermore.I am SO TIRED OF PACKING
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