Typical Work Day

Typical Work Day

The water sloshed around the

linens, like the tide washing

back onto the shore.

Another pile of laundry sat

nearby.

The ink-stained synthetic fabric

would be hell to get

clean, but WD-40 is always

up to the task.

I try to fold the

linens, professionally; better than any

cheap motel attendant.

It’s my duty and my

pleasure to wash, dry, and

fold. Not even Satan (not

his real name) could keep

me from my path.

DizzyDezzi (c) 2016

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Published by Diva

Trying to live my best life, but chores keep getting in the way!

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