you are the tide that ebbs and flowsyou are the ocean made out of clothes
...
cotton, linen, polyester
dry clean only woolen sweater
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plaid and dots
blue and green
a pre-soak in oxyclean
...
sort the colors
wash in cold
empty lint traps
and then fold
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into the basket to be put away
maybe tomorrow
or another day
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not rocket science or math equations
only ironed for special occasions
...
you are not my love
yet companion are thee
you are my constant
the laundry and me
3 comments:
i loathe doing the laundry. :)
nice one, Fred. constant companion as a matter if fact.
I'm listening to the lovely whirr of the spin cycle as we speak.
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