I get up each morning,
Seaching through my home,
Looking for dirt and grime,
To me is yet unknown.
I dust and polish,
Mopping on hands and knees,
Wash all my windows
Until I'm throughly pleased.
My reason for my cleanliness,
Isn't for health or pride,
But fear of what you might discover,
If I should suddenly die.
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