It is laundry day again,
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her words like wrinkled shorts,
require pressing; smoothing wrinkles
and dabbing at the lies;
some stains will not lift.
There they lie,
ugly and difficult to conceal,
never mind the brooch.
She is allergic to soap,
the stringent qualities make her itch,
I struggle to clean the grimy garments,
with gentle water;
but they remain muddy and gray,
as the lines of her mouth;
Some things simply do not wash.
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