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A Weekly Chore
Her knuckles sore as she spat and swore
whipping the cloth back and across
Crouched on her heels on the stone cold floor
The newspaper used as a rug
Her forehead smeared with black polish galore
She does her weekly chore
As she polished and shined four pairs of black shoes
On the eve of the Sunday mass
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