On Dust monsters

Posted on May 31, 2018 by

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I lay down on the bed one day

A lovely winter weekend

And took the opportunity

Just lay and let the world wash by

But much to my housewifely horror

The fan blades I did notice

And a year’s worth of collected dust

Hung down like waving monsters.

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