Washing
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Sheena Blackhall
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Eek! I am a sheet of the line,
Yawning.
Wumf! I am a pillow
Fawning into the billows of the wind.
I am a linen shirt
Like an American flag
Flump!
I am a quilt-slip,
Playing fast and loose with air.
Whump!
I am a tablecloth In full sail,
Suddenly caught by the tail.
Slump!
We are the washing.
Tossing.
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