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Created on: April 10, 2009
Did I lock the door or did I forget?
I can't remember, did I check it yet?
My shoes are lined up in the closet floor
I keep rearranging, should I do it once more?
My picture is crooked, on the wall I see
I straightened it before, but it still bothers me
I don't want to keep doing the same thing again
But I can't help but do it, again and again
It may seem funny to the rest of the crowd
But it makes my life crazy
For this I'm not proud
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orderly
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