A POEM
The SPIRIT or LETTER:
OF THE LAW
Everyday I need some wet facecloths,
That I can use periodically
during the day.
Having the HANDS that I do,
They have to be placed in a way that
I can get to them.
Some make them very tight
And I can't get to them.
Some don't wet them enough
So, they dry right out.
Some stack them in a way
I can't unstack them.
The Neater you Make them
The more difficult it is for me.
When they are unneat and crumpled
I can get to them.
I can use them, I can pick them up,
I'm almost in Heaven.
To the ''Neatly, Unneat,'' I say,
''Keep up the Sloppy Work,
It's just easier for me.''
The SPIRIT or LETTER:
OF THE LAW
Everyday I need some wet facecloths,
That I can use periodically
during the day.
Having the HANDS that I do,
They have to be placed in a way that
I can get to them.
Some make them very tight
And I can't get to them.
Some don't wet them enough
So, they dry right out.
Some stack them in a way
I can't unstack them.
The Neater you Make them
The more difficult it is for me.
When they are unneat and crumpled
I can get to them.
I can use them, I can pick them up,
I'm almost in Heaven.
To the ''Neatly, Unneat,'' I say,
''Keep up the Sloppy Work,
It's just easier for me.''
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