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Modern Version Psalm 23
My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well.
It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs.
It combats the scorched blues: its low bass humming swirls like a river enroute to calm and cleanse.
Though, I am overburdened by platters and grime piled high, I will not be stressed out: My appliance rocks; it leaves no trace of last night's culinary disaster.
It restores impeccable order to the platters that seat our daily bread: it partakes of salt and rinse aid; its rejuvenation.
Surely, there will always be a place for its sleekness in my abode: and my polished nails will take it for granted always.
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W J Clarke
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