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a poem I just penned: The Lazy Laundress

The Lazy Laundress

I am a firm believer
In using of a load of
Fresh, clean laundry

 (Piled, warm and fresh,
  Drawn from the dryer’s depths
  Atop my unmade bed
  With grand intentions tossed
  Toward follow through with a
  Folding frenzy)

As, instead–
A whimsically-whooshed
Spontaneously-strewn? No, decidedly thrown:
Throw rug
Beside said bed
Into which I crawl,
Sleepily, but not void of guilt
In the evening’s embrace.

-t. sims malone
April 9, 2015

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