| It shrieks for my attention. I reluctantly raise my head. If I go, I will labor And toil While it mocks me� Pretends to go away Like it promised. But it lied. It always comes back. I�m denied any peace Except the brief pause While it breathes That low, rattling growl. It won�t let me forget So it�s not really peace. A few minutes later It screams again And I�m forced To go do The Laundry |
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