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Dirty
Clothes
The clothes basket's full again,
you wonder if you'll ever win. |
You wash and dry, fold and stack,
before you know it, the clothes are back. |
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Where do they go to get such dirt,
those jeans and socks, the old plaid shirt? |
The grime and grease,
grass stains galore,
you wash and dry - but there's always more. |
There's magic in those dirty old clothes
keep filling the basket -
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Original
Poetry, Art & Graphics by Patricia
Walter 2001
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