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Lint

There are things in life that are Mysterious to me. Maybe they'd be clearer If I had a PhD. One involves the laundry So I'll give a little hint - Won't someone explain to me The origin of lint? Clothes come from the washer And the dryer claims them next. Nothing's hanging off of them, So I am quite perplexed. For when they're done, I clean the trap Where lint is piled up high. That stuff has somehow formed Between the wet stage and the dry. If there's a person out there With an answer to my query, I think that explanation may Just rival Einstein's theory!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/2/2012 10:12:00 PM
Nice way to describe that laundry day menace. I just came upstairs from doing my laundry, and reading this very descriptive piece made me feel I was back downstairs again in the laundry room.
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Date: 4/2/2012 3:28:00 PM
I am constantly impressed by your ability to find the poetic nature in the everyday. So well crafted! - Chuck
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Date: 3/31/2012 12:29:00 PM
your impressions are so intricate and so right on the beat, ilene... great work that i enjoyed reading even if i'm allergic to lint!..:) huggs!
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Date: 3/31/2012 11:36:00 AM
I love my lint trap. Contents clean and soft. Yes, I am crazy. Great poem love, Kathy
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Date: 3/31/2012 11:02:00 AM
very nice poem,im wondering what lint is too,lol i just call it fuzz,lol
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Date: 3/31/2012 10:57:00 AM
Hi Ilene I like this as a poem, and the answer to your question is when wool grows and the sheep it starts off as thin layers of lint then gets thicker as the coat gets thicker, so when it is heated it just reverting to it's original from, the same is with cotton..hope this helps..David
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