Dryer Poems - Poems about Dryer

Scent of dryer vent On the outside of the house Is super pleasant....

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pennies dance in the dryer ...

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Yes, we had a washer, but no dryer yet So we hung our clothes out on the line to dry with those old wooden clothes pins, you know and after dinner we retired to the balcony to sit and sip tea, often with neighbors who dropped by to catch up on the local gossip... Those nights seemed to go...

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When you're feeling chilled I'll bring you a warm blanket When one's not enough I'll have more in the dryer So you will never be cold...

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Grocery shopping is the most boring task ever because it drags on into eternity becoming the eternal conscious Hell I was raised to believe in, but I would be born again worshiping Jesus Christ with all the other "good" bible thumping Christs whose name may not be "Christian" unlike mine, which is funny because most of the time I am a disgrace to my name by telling my siblings to shut up and do what I tell them, all the while disguising...

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I was doing the laundry one day the dryer wobbled to and fro, it was freaking out bad I knew it had to go. I leaned on one corner and nearly landed on the floor, one of the wheels were missing what would somebody, do that for? The wobbly dryer was a trap someone could...

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it has to be set after being wet so you must get its your hair fine one nair and go to the store it be a good buyer get a HAIR DRYER...

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in wide moves side by side its hot and stop button at the top mind run you can put ton cloths get done it was my desire to have a CLOTH DRYER...

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Didn't work Funny quirk A shame Itself blame Almost go berserk! ...

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Since my youngest daughter was a little girl Her spot to hide was in the dryer I keep telling her Your gonna catch on fire! Her, and her five siblings Playing hide-n-seek All through the house Ten little feet would sneak One in the shower Another in a toy box Two fighting for the same place And one in the closet that locks But Tiffany, where is...

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Going through the house gathering up the spent ones. Sorting into piles, all alike, they go in one at a time. Washed and rinsed clean. Then dried and fluffed until baby bum soft. What I want to know... Is why does... The dryer eat the socks?...

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A monster’s in my dryer A monster took my clothes What exactly happened to them Heaven’s only knows. Have you met this monster before? The monster that eats my socks? I know he eats and listens But I’m not so sure he talks. The monster that’s in my dryer Tries to eat my T- shirts too Something’s eating them that’s for sure It sounds like something...

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