ian burns

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The Cleaner - Poem by ian burns

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 1, 2011


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