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Sitting by the kitchen sink Waiting to cleanse thy hand Best not to take a drink For it may taste very bland Washing the worlds worries away Warming is its partner accompanying All the bubbles drifting astray Pleasuring the hands of even a king Whirling down the drain Healing small wounds Easing the hand of pain All will be better soon The glory of Soap is true For all people, me the king, and you.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Soap
Sitting by the kitchen sink Waiting to cleanse thy hand Best not to take a drink For it may taste very bland Washing the worlds worries away Warming is its partner accompanying All the bubbles drifting astray Pleasuring the hands of even a king Whirling down the drain Healing small wounds Easing the hand of pain All will be better soon The glory of Soap is true For all people, me the king, and you.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
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