pots and pans
and all that jazz
are memories of you
dreams of dirty dishes
mean my dreams are coming true
stacks of old uttensils
and dustballs on the floor
midst kisses in the kitchen
that leave me wanting more
mops and pails and lysol
disinfectant sweet perfume
thoughts these smells do conjure
relieve my cleaning gloom
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