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All That She Does

I LOOKED AT HER HANDS/ THEY WERE WITHERED AND DRY/ FROM PEELING THEM ONIONS/ AND DABBING HER EYES/ FROM PEELING POTATOES/ AND FRYING THOSE EGGS/ AND CLIMBING THE STAIRS/ ON HER SORE WEARY LEGS/ FROM WALKING FOR MILES/ IN THE RAIN AND THE ICE/ WHEN THERE'S A CAR OUTSIDE/ THAT COULD GIVE HER A RIDE/ THE TEA THAT SHE MAKES/ SHE NEVER GET'S TO DRINK/ NO TIME FOR HER/ NO TIME TO THINK/ FROM SCRUBBING THOSE FLOORS/ SHE HAS THOSE SORES/ ALL OVER HER KNEES/ BUT YOU DON'T EVEN SEE/ IRONING YOUR CLOTHES/ AND MOPPING YOUR BROW/ WHEN YOU ARE SOOOOOO ILL/ IS SHE REALLY A COW?/ 'DO THIS, DO THAT'/ 'MAKE SURE THAT I'M FED'/ HANG ON A MINUTE, SHOULD SHE STAND ON HER HEAD?????? NOT BEING FUNNY/ BUT SHE'S NOT HERE TO BE/ A SERVANT TO YOU/ WORKING FOR FREE/ JUST WANT YOU TO THINK/ COS LIKE I JUST SAID/ SHE'S NOT A SERVANT/ WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE'S DEAD?????????????

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Date: 1/27/2011 4:56:00 AM
Good question, it's sad to think that there are still people in the world who think all this is 'womans' work. I enjoyed the story, liked the rhymes, not keen on ALL CAPS. Nice poem
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