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by MJ Fitzgerald

Created on: April 17, 2008

Is It Really A Garage

They call it a garage and it looks like one
only from the outside, for within it is a
cluttered mess, with bikes and bird seed, car seats,
and the powered treadmill still in the box, what a joke
A whole life of accumulation in a one car garage, adding
up more and more each day
Knowing it will take forever and a day, I put it off
The reality of making it become what it is supposed to be
Oh well, I have more than one car anyway

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Poetry: The garage

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by Andi S Green.

The Garage
Our poor old garage
is now more like a shed
Like a worn out marriage
Its best days are dead
It used to be a home
to
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by Jon Coe

The garage used to be the place where I kept my car
now I couldn't fit a bicycle or a jar
Boxes towering from the ceiling
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by Gary Maclean

One more box and I will have it
No more muss in the back yard
Everything is neatly packaged
Everything named with a card

All
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by M. J. Schlagle

I had a battered old travel worn car.
That I had finally driven to far.
It broke down on the side of the road.
To the nearest
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by Nan Keltie

What's "Parked" in Our Garage
You won't find any Wheels ... Just a few old rods and reels, Some stinky dead-fish gills, A

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