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As I lie exhausted on the couch,

I dwell in slovenly comfort

During the final hours

Of another satisfyingly

frustrating day.

I know not every task was completed,

Yet something was checked off

The never-ending

“To-Do” list of life.

I find comfort around me

And think,

“Home is where the heart is.”

Clothes strewn on the floor.

Books piled in every nook.

Dog curled on my lap.

TV murmurs in the background.

Kids stomping the stairs.

Dishes stacked precariously.

Mismatched socks seeking lonely shoes.

Toys in every corner.

Wife reading in her favorite chair.

My coffee cup in hand.

I exhale and let the day fall from my shoulders.

I have found comfort in the clutter.

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