Day 17 - This is a challenge

No one set a limit for number of words, and I'll be lying across multiple time zones with a baby in tow. So this is a brief poem.

Stuff, much stuff we have
to carry, carry across sea and land
Harry, Harry was our agent man

That's all I got for you, purposely left it unsatisfying, because that's what packing and traveling with a baby is.


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