Washing Machine
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James McLain
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Behind the old yellow washing machine
that makes loud noises
as coins roll along the floor
some are dropped while others
and bending over picking them up
Too support myself some land upon
both hands you held out
looking through the closed window
I think about it all
as the soap washes faces never rinsed
dripping, flowing and spinning around
they are never clean until they are gone.
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