Dishrags Poems - Poems about Dishrags

...White socks in this pile. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Black ones over here. I’ll hand wash my negligee; It is much too sheer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lots of colored work......

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...Picasso painted me ugly. Two lips slung over a rusted hanger. One eyebrow burnt for attention's sake. Let's tell Grandma how much fun we had today. Picasso is still at work. Monet swallowed yo......

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...Looking at his hands praying no one noticed how they trembled. He was feeling his age. Life catching up with him. Needing a left handed smoke. He had peeked out back Every one was in attendanc......

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