Little Ghost Loved the Washer
The little ghost loved the washer, so much, he could not get enough.
He liked tumbling in suds among sweaters, blouses and stuff.
You can enjoy it all day, his mother said. I know you like to be clean.
But make yourself invisible, so you will not be noticed or seen.
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