Wednesday was Washing Day.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Wednesday was Washing Day.
The day Wednesday, washing day where all the inhabitants of terraced houses and low back fences in orderly fashion hung out their clothes, garments, and home apparels to dry. T'was only when the final curtain washed, dried was pulled in from the washing line did one realise who was the naturalist naked. The tan was a dead give away!
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Added on July 2, 2016 Last Updated on July 2, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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