I'm about ready for this surgery:
The bed's moved to the first floor den,
The far children called, the near child
moved in for The Recovery.
I baked New Year's Good Luck Gingerbread
Pigs,
Christmas has been packed up and stored in the attic.
I have a package to mail,
I need to get to the library and
pack my bag.
But that's not so much left to do.
I think I'll leave the bills unpaid
'til I'm home again.
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