Hanging Up the Wash
Every day she seemed to be the only one
using the clothes line in Mt. Druthers.
Maybe I am the only clean witch, she thought,
wondering about the others.
Other girls wash their clothes at night,
said Wizard Wayne, one of her observant brothers.
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