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Dust Laden Chair

We all know when to find it: The time guests ate to down sit And host cleans chairs not a bit, Careless cleaners sometimes hit, A move to have their throats slit Or sure make their teeth they grit… When it’s windy, streets dusty, Not-paid maid with tasks rusty; Rooms by owners left for long, The ones used by the not strong… Dusty chair not for chairman: She’d curse you: a chairman; Faster cleaning for respect Of all acts one she’d expect… Dust-laden chairs backsides paint: If they’re women’s they will faint.

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