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The Cleaners

What's up with dry cleaners What is it that they do They're using nothing wet What's this potion they use Take our clothes to the back Come back they're on the rack You never smell anything on your clothes What goes on in the back do you suppose There's no sound of any machines going Are they scraping with their nails, then blowing Metal hangers, Ferris wheel of clothes What actually goes on, nobody knows Their always there to meet you at the desk Why does it take a couple days, this quest There can't be much room in the back of the place The merry go round takes most of the space Have you ever known someone in this business Does it seem to you a little suspicious No dry cleaners equipment ever for sale To do the job, what does it entail No matter how old, the business remains Even the signs are old, no one complains Next time your there, try to get to the back Get some information, and get some facts Maybe they send the clothes out somewhere Don't you think we should be at least aware

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Date: 7/2/2016 1:51:00 AM
Tanis, i enjoyed this...LINDA
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