The Cleaner Poem by ian burns

The Cleaner

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I walked through a revolving glass door
leaving sticky paw prints
the cleaner, cleaned to restore it's beauty

My neighbour walked through a revolving glass door
leaving sticky paw prints
the cleaner, cleaned to restore it's beauty

I suppose that's life... for a cleaner anyway
for the rest of us it's leaving sticky paw prints

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