Hot Air Curse
My new dryer
is defective.
I told the supplier
and a detective.
Socks go in,
but not all come out.
Lint comes out,
no doubt.
What could it mean -
as socks unseen,
and lint, to a percent,
are equivalent?
As clothes toss,
I incur loss -
a hot air curse
'til I put it in reverse.
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