Dreamtime: Purgatory
The laundry needed changing
Impossible in the house I was trapped
Long-haired pot-smokin' hippies
Cluttered the hallways, impeding my progress
Laughing and blocking my movements
Arms full of clothes
The way I saw it, I had to get out
Rushing the streets I sought refuge at the
Laundromat way down the street
Finally free I finished my laundry chores
Content I had shaken evil influences
Leaving the window open
Letting fresh air in
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