Laundry DayA Poem by AndyThere is something I enjoy about a laundrymat, something cozy.Rain, rain falling down sky still bright, all around cold, wet, black pavement money changer there in front heat and humidity surrounds spinning faster...and faster circles like a whirlwind round and round till the end stop...and settle, end of cycle © 2009 AndyReviews
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