Poem; Stuff


I love my stuff.

Like any other guy, I’m not different.

 All my stuff has tremendous value and isn’t for sale.

It can range from my 53 years old teddy bear to my most recent luxury watch.

The value of such isn’t money but emotional.

It is not being materialistic.

As I can sell any other things.

But not the one from the list.


Peace and serenity

Lawrence Copyright 10 08 18.


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