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♪ Laundry time again, you’re gonna wash me.

I can see that far away look in your eyes. ♪

I can tell by the way you hold me darlin’…

♪ that it won’t be long before it’s dryin’ time.

The washer clunks shut with its usual threat of 60 minutes, spins briefly in weighty decision, and settles on 37. Then floods and begins.

And from that moment, all through the day, I may take vainglorious glances at the laundry bag lying limp and empty on the closet floor. Then, that very night, lumps of dirty clothes leave fresh skidmarks of growing laundry need. And it all begins anew.

I’ve got tears in my ears from lyin’ on my back cryin’ over you…♪