Cleaning Again
By K. Woodward
LINT, hair, dust, and little bitty strings,
I swept you up once
and your back the next day!
I could have sworn I
threw it all away,
Dustballs, dead ants, and dried up pieces of crumbs,
I mopped and swept,
and still, your back to bother me!
In the corner, in the cracks,
You hide and multiply, your back, back, back.
I want to go out, I want to play, but
LINT, hair, dust and dried crumbs, keep me at bay.
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