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Doing the Laundry

Updated on April 20, 2016

I spend more than an hour everyday

instead of out in the woods to play

in a folding frenzy

that's where I will be

these piles are here to stay.


If a day is missed the pile is grand

as if the clean pants will make a stand

tired of this rotation

a laundry vacation

why can't we be evenly tanned.


As the kids run far and run near

here in this laundry path to clear

to my son I throw pants

they listen to my rants

all filled to the brim with lost sock fear.


With piles piled up to the sky

my heart to the heaven's asks why

we need daily clothes cleaned

a stain where shirt is seamed

to the rewash pile with a big sigh.


Off to the store to get more soap

shaking our washer is trying to cope

at least it is time to think

in a lake of shirts stink

the last glimmer of domestic hope.


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 17 months ago from Reno NV

      Thank you for such a great compliment. I am happy to hear from you CrisSp. I hope all is well. Jamie

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      CrisSp 18 months ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Nice, enjoyable read. Reminded me of the hub I did quite long ago (This Pretty Black Dress) which was also triggered while I was in the laundry room. :)