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Created on: August 31, 2010 Last Updated: November 20, 2010
Distorted Perspective
I think city hall interferes too much!
How dare they tell me to move my “junk” cars!
My babies aren’t junk. Besides it’s MY yard!
My vintage babies better not be touched,
or I’ll sue them for theft or harassment
or any other charge I can think of!
They have SOME nerve! I am feeling no love
for those busybodies OR their ordinance!
What's next? Will they inspect the house?
Then what will become of my cherished collections -
old worn clothes, box tops, molded confections,
my tins, my mummified mouse?
I appeal to a homeowner’s right to privacy-
my right to have all the keepsakes I want;
even hang some in the window to flaunt!
There should be laws to help victim's like me.
Instead, all I can do is rant and rave
while citations pile up exponentially
and my bank account dwindles drastically.
Is it really so wrong to love to SAVE?
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How dare they tell me to move my “junk” cars!
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