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It's on her to replace the hangers
Her lavender knits take our space too
I must have lost it
Agreeing to share a closet
But by this time in summer
I'll have to get that extra lumber
To avoid this sorting mess when winter comes
A closet just for my better halves
"Would you mind shoveling the driveway
Before she gets home," she said
I nodded from the garage and started
The only way to prevent this hazard
Nice dry concrete to conclude her commute
And she thanked us both respectively in rounds
I didn't expect more for being gallant
I would've done the same for her, too
It's on her to replace the hangers
Her lavender knits take our space too
At least she has a wallet
The other can't deposit
But by this time next summer
We'll need some extra lumber
This mess will be sorted by next winter
A closet just for my better halves
She won't stop with the stainless steel
The other wants marble tops
But I'll take what is given
Let them do the kitchen
The place's been paid since fall
And it won't be transdermal
But it still gets under my skin
A kitchen designed by my babies
Knock, smack, clink, slosh
Hammering this screw in the snow
The porch's poles knocked down by wind
It's the winter repairs that keep me busy
I'll check her car's alignment in spring
It's hard to dodge these potholes daily
But she's a safe driver and I trust her
I have to, she's the only one insured
She won't stop with the stainless steel
The other wants marble tops
If she wants a statuario glisten
She better listen
"Where do you get the gall"
"Just get a small job at town hall"
Then I'm next in line to pay for
A kitchen designed by my babies
She's made calls to the local realtor
The other's scheduling an open house
But to get people through the gate
We'll have to identify as roommates
With new closets and kitchens polished
A resale and move next to accomplish
A new house found by my sweethearts
It's inevitable we'll profit from renovation
Now I'm excited what the ladies have leased
They love me enough to trust me with them
They trust me enough to rely on my shovel
They rely on me to build with my hammer
I use my muscle to overcompensate
To keep my third heard among the distaff
She's made calls to the local realtor
The other's scheduling an open house
My girls' loyalty is up for debate
Only their bags are in the freight
I suspect my heart will be demolished
Followed by possibly feeling famished
I'll treat my procyonid self in cans behind
A new house found by my sweethearts