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Washer Online

My washer went online today. They say my money's old. I'll have to use my debit card is all that I've been told. I wonder what is coming next. Perhaps I'll browse the net. I'll probably play an MP3 and dance till clothes get wet. I hope it isn't hacked at all. My clothes would suffer much. Those hackers like to rinse all day. and spin for just a touch. The dryer also wants my card. It's friendlier I find. With fewer buttons needing me, to less time that we'll bind. The cycles all but calling me in actions for a chip. To slide my card both in and out, confusing for a trip. And if I go to use a coin, it simply can't be done. My money's all but worthless and the spin has just begun.

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Date: 5/21/2016 3:25:00 PM
Very original, and funny! I don't think I have ever read a poem about a washer. :)
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Trevor Mcleod
Date: 5/25/2016 3:48:00 PM
Thanks Brenda. I don't do funny often enough. Glad you liked it. Trevor
Date: 5/21/2016 3:24:00 PM
Very original, and funny! I don't think I have ever read a poem about a washer. :)
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Date: 5/21/2016 3:22:00 PM
Very original, and funny! I don't think I have ever read a poem about a washer. :)
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Date: 5/21/2016 3:22:00 PM
Very original, and funny! I don't think I have ever read a poem about a washer. :)
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Brenda Mcgrath
Date: 5/21/2016 3:26:00 PM
Uh oh, computer malfunction. I see you got the comment

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