WHAT A BLOW!
'Oh!' they say 'I love the smell of whites dried in the breeze!
What a shame we've lost the joy of pleasures such as these!
To see them flapping side by side, merrily in a row,
Each one scrubbed and boiled and bleached and looking white as snow!
Too bad such pleasures have been scrapped by our modern way of life.
There was something really noble once about the role of wife.'
But hear the little woman sigh, as the clothes blow ever higher,
'Hurry, hurry, quick as you can! Someone invent the dryer!'
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