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A mom is here Doing laundry I ought to help Just here waiting Till' she's finished Washing and operating The Mecin cuci Or so-called washing machine She put the clothes Around it, one by one She pour it Until it's finished Another batch is waiting, Next, she hang it on A wire line, some on A plastic array Of divided spaces Until it dries by the suns heat Overtime, now it's time To collect it Yes, It's our job to fold it and Order 'em in our Respective cabinets Until another time, Another day of washing Laundry
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
Laundry
A mom is here Doing laundry I ought to help Just here waiting Till' she's finished Washing and operating The Mecin cuci Or so-called washing machine She put the clothes Around it, one by one She pour it Until it's finished Another batch is waiting, Next, she hang it on A wire line, some on A plastic array Of divided spaces Until it dries by the suns heat Overtime, now it's time To collect it Yes, It's our job to fold it and Order 'em in our Respective cabinets Until another time, Another day of washing Laundry
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14/M/Philippines
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
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