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by Daniel P. Barbare / June 8th, 2025
Says the janitor good as a dust mop that shaves the gray whiskers on the face of the tile making it young again shiny and colorful while the trash can is the sink the floor the mirror oh how it handsomely cleanly reflects.
This article was posted on Sunday, June 8th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.