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The Clothesline

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

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  1. Date: 3/31/2015 6:58:00 AM

    superbly dear..lol
  1. Date: 3/31/2015 1:05:00 AM

    Excellent. Well penned. Enjoyed. Tfs
  1. Date: 3/30/2015 6:01:00 PM

    I can picture this in my mind - love the humour too lol:-) Good luck in the contest:-) Hugs jan xxx
  1. Date: 3/30/2015 2:43:00 PM

    I loved those days Andrea, sept'n, the underware days ! ... ;)....we had 10 kids and two adults ! Now thats a brood ! Wonder why I'm a poet....lol Great write dear poet......Soup mail.....much love, james
  1. Date: 3/30/2015 2:38:00 PM

    haha.. I love this, I use to help my grandmother wash in one of those old washing machines, and hang the clothes out to dry in the sunshine and yes those undies were out there also for everyone to see. 7 Blessings dear friend and good luck
  1. Date: 3/30/2015 2:24:00 PM

    That image says it all and gives your poem its heart and strength, Well constructed with a whiff of nostalgia on the breeze. Emile. #7
  1. Date: 3/30/2015 2:03:00 PM

    A nice chuckle. May this do well in the contest.
  1. Date: 3/30/2015 11:51:00 AM

    I love this poem sweet lady,I can nearly smell the scent of the clothes on the washing lines.I guess Nette is gonna love this dear.

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