Chance
They call them
Chance meetings
What chance
Did I have
In the space
of time
The sun rose
Or sets or
the time
a spin cycle
Tosses clothes
Too and fro
no rhyme
Or reason
To it
like us
Dry
Folded
and worn
Too often
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