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Spring Cleaning
| by Margaret Hall |
Every one out, there are floors to scrub.
Curtains to wash. Brasses to rub. No lunch today, every one far too busy Rushing around it makes you quiet dizzy. No washing machine, just hands in the sink, No vacuum cleaner, it makes you think. How hard was life in our parents day. No artificial aids to help in any way. Just elbow grease and sheer hard work, But all the same no dust would lurk. By evening time all spick and span, There would be a meal on the table for the man. © Margaret Hall |
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