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Created on: April 17, 2008 Last Updated: January 12, 2009
I hardly iron
a thing anymore,
the laundry doesn't need it,
so that's one less chore.
But I can remember
a few years back,
washing that was crumpled
so clothes looked like a sack,
unless you would stand
slaving away,
working that iron
for most of the day.
Some things were easy
and simple to do,
pillowcases, tea cloths
and the odd dress or two
but oh those shirts
in crisp, cool cotton
they were such a pain,
from top to bottom.
Liberated now
from this boring task,
most materials are smooth,
soft as damask
but there is still a job
that has to be done
putting laundry away,
which is definitely no fun.
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