A Poem
It's been a quiet winter - snow too deep and temperature too cold for clothes hanging. So, here's a poem.

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To my wife

I must confess a gruesome fact before you find it out.
It's about the laundry - please try not to shout.

I did a partial wash today - I didn't do it all.
I wasn't sure just what to do - I had to make a call.

I skipped the sheets and linens - they aren't very clean.
I thought that adding them would overload the damn machine.