The Launderer
She said she had a stain
I told her what to do
Take off the clothes she wore
To stand there in full view
She said she wasn’t sure
If this would all work out
I said to please not worry
For I hadn’t any doubt
Until she saw me smile
As I locked within a stare
She knew, just at that moment
For the stain, I had no care
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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