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It's Sunday The Mexicans are all doing their laundry Little girls with shiny bows, sweatpants and sequined tops Happy smiling faces Lead the brigade Mothers follow Shopping carts on the brink of exploding The wheels about to blow Tuxedo shirts, soccer uniforms with the words ***** PAN monogrammed on the front, mismatched socks, and pajamas with feet Colors A mess Cheap laundry detergent stuck on top I rush down to the laundry They always take the best machines I find my place Throw my little load in One person does not have that much I never realized how alone I was Until that moment
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Sunday Laundry
It's Sunday The Mexicans are all doing their laundry Little girls with shiny bows, sweatpants and sequined tops Happy smiling faces Lead the brigade Mothers follow Shopping carts on the brink of exploding The wheels about to blow Tuxedo shirts, soccer uniforms with the words ***** PAN monogrammed on the front, mismatched socks, and pajamas with feet Colors A mess Cheap laundry detergent stuck on top I rush down to the laundry They always take the best machines I find my place Throw my little load in One person does not have that much I never realized how alone I was Until that moment
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
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