The washerA Poem by Jasmyn Day
The washer
hums, drums, booms The clothes shaking, moving, splintering The floor rings, jingles, dances with joy mummbles, grummbles, complains of the weight spins, wirrs, jiggles with glee smashes, bashes, vibrates the wall the washer dings when done
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