A burst of cleaning –
kids and dogs quickly scatter,
leaving me with vacuum’s hum.
When I next seek solitude,
I’ll know how and where to come
JDG
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aholdingplace 
Love this, Joan. When my son was a teen, he loved to argue about everything. When I finally had enough I would just ask him to help me with the dishes or something and sure enough, he’d quickly get out of my hair!
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Lovely piece of poetry. Your language and your words used in this poem is fantastic. Keep up the good work. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊
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