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When spring arrived, my mother dear
hung things on the clothesline.
The bed sheets were a spotless white.
She loved to see those shine!
Dried in the sun, they nearly gleamed
and also waving there
in April’s breeze, on full display-
our old bleached underwear!
Written March 28, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
for the LET ME FEEL YOUR LINES Contest of nette onclaud