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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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