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Feb 2018
would have killed

the washing

in the old days.



only white cotton.



machine on boilies

by mistake,

i fretted over the

red blouse,

with lemon cardigan,

and softis underwear.



oh the miracle of modern fabric,

when the door eventually opened,

i found not red runny,

nor shrunken woolly,

but just  clean washing…..



the miracles of modernity.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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     bones, ---, Mike Adam and Weeping willow
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