Domestic Goddess - Poem by Mark Heathcote
She takes her broom to wildly sweep
Keeping an occasional eye on the sky
With a personal look on her dust heap
She remains dauntless… shy and spry.
Locals might see her joyful regardless
Of how abruptly they scorn - project.
But she just sweeps again in fairness…
There's no excuses disclosed - inspect.
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