this is a poem about my dish washer I dont know why but it inspires me
You scrub and clean, but when your done you sing a song. You are nice and warm and when you finish the smell of soap still lingers in the air.
You scrub and clean, but when your done you sing a song. You are nice and warm and when you finish the smell of soap still lingers in the air.
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