For the Love of My Washing Machine
I load the dirty clothes into your drum
You are waiting for the tab willing me on
I close the door and wait diligently
You start to gurgle and grind
I watch as you spin making me smile
You stand there all alone, performing steadily turning
I walk away but never fear I will be back
You have finished and I am flustered
I am so grateful for the washing machine genially
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