Rushing, gushing, it pours into the machine.
Drowning, pounding, the clothes in soap and water.
Cleaning, screening, the dirt from the fabric - it then
spits them up gleaming.
Again, rushing, gushing, into the machine.
Drowning, pounding, rinse water rinses them clean.
Spinning, twirling, the soap from the fabric - it spews
them out shining.
Now, faster and faster the machine is spinning.
Squeezing, squashing, the water from the fabric - it spits
them up all shiny and cleaned.
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