Turning and turning in a widening gyre,
My clothes will soon be ready for the dryer.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Cycle is at hand.
But what rough stain, the final cycle spun,
Slouches towards my laundry to be born?
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Last edited by Roger Slater; 06-30-2010 at 12:35 PM.
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