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I wash my hands, And wring them dry, Watching my worries, Disappear with the grey water, Down the plughole of life.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
Hands
I wash my hands, And wring them dry, Watching my worries, Disappear with the grey water, Down the plughole of life.
‘You can’t wring your hands and roll up your sleeves at the same time.’ - Patricia Schroeder
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F/Christchurch, New Zealand
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
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