The House
Do I keep house, or does it keep me?
I try to clean where all can see.
It’s the dirt that is underneath
That often I leave for another to see,
And for me to grieve.
Dust and dirt in a home will not go away,
Though you look at it long and hard.
You just have to get busy and sweep and clean
Each nook and cranny,
And then the yard…
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