I sweep, perchance to Swiffer
and vacuum, perchance to mop
for in that sweeping what thoughts are cleansed
cobwebs blown from dusty corners
problems solved in swift motion
what peace in Saturday
to sweep, to clean no more
@2005 Eveline Maedel - may not be reproduced without permission
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Sunday, May 08, 2005
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I love this poem! Will you share on Queen Power?
Great blog, btw. I enjoyed reading it.
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