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Wash

Member since 2005 · Posted 20 Jun 2005 · 5 comments

Clothes arranged in heaps Socks leap unseen into dark corners of the room Trudging through lint fluff Soap powder clings to bare foot Primates laugh at me Wondering loudly Why I make such a shrill fuss Over woven plants Hung on my body To cover the base creature I claim not to be Jungle animals Do not wash their stringy hair in smelly white rooms

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[5] Blue Magpie 20-Jun-05/10:36 PM Reply

'Arranged in heaps', disarranged perhaps
There was only one bare foot?

Some punctuation would improve it, but it was a laugh.

[n/a] Bankrupt_Word_Clerk › Blue Magpie 20-Jun-05/10:55 PM Reply

someone else do your laundry? the heaps are separated by color, type of cloth etc... arranged is the right word.

glad you laughed.

[6] Dovina 21-Jun-05/9:53 AM Reply

"woven plants hung on my body to cover the base creature I claim not to be" - Good line.

[n/a] Dental Panic 21-Jun-05/1:54 PM Reply

Don't care much for those animals. Who does? But the Lost Socks - now there's one of life's great mysteries. Two go in - one comes out.

[8] Prince of Void 21-Jun-05/2:03 PM Reply

Great!