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  • Gary Hunter

Typical She Ain't - June 15, 2020

A smile might do some sweeping

a kind word some dusting

a laugh a bit of vacuuming

but this ain’t no regular cleaning lady

To remove deep-seated worries

unworthy thoughts the buildup of filthy lies

takes a mad washerwoman a calloused old

broad used to scrubbing on hands and knees

And with red eyes glaring her thick arms deliver

huge scouring strokes she’ll also add a

unique spit polish and bring you back

to your original gleaming radiance

No, Love ain’t your typical

sweet old housekeeper

she’ll even climb ladders to clean

the windows of your soul


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