If there are any JoeClones with cookies left and you should feel inclined to delete the previous 'oopsie' (and possibly this section of this post, I'd be grateful. Joe doesn't know I make mistakes!

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The only way to fight parodies is with parodies. (And yes, I've been tempted to parody my own songs, but very few people know the original to start off with.) Anyhow, I've never counted how many times I've moved. The Air Force tended to send me places every so often. I felt organized when the packers had all my stuff crammed into boxes and it was the only way I ever got rid of anything because there was a weight limit. The problem is, I've ALWAYS unpacked to the point where there was no room to unpack to, and the rest of the stuff just stayed in boxes. Got a basement full of 'em now.

And now I've lived here four good years
It's home, if not a mansion
My stuff now fills up every space
With no room for expansion
But the boxes sit and there's no room
Left for any new thing
Though they're prepared to go, I'm not -
How can I keep from moving