It's a Blast
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I dislike those modern hot air driers
Which blast your hands with air
They blow for twenty seconds
Then stop… it isn’t fair!
The air is warm, it is not hot
Hands are still damp, but still the driers stop
I put my hands back for a second time - even then they still aren't dry
Begin to get quite angry - damn those driers I do cry
Heading back into the toilets and grab some toilet paper
OOPS ... I take the very last sheet – someone will be cursing later!
26th May 2015
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2015
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