It may be a task that’s humdrum
This forcing the dirt to succumb
Who is it deplores
That I’m doing the chores?
When
I’ve done them, the cleaner can come.
And I have to get rid of my clutter
Released from its weight – oh but
what a
Joy it will be
When of dross I am free
My
Spring will spread wide, glide and flutter.
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| Photo by EP |
Edward Petherbridge, my favorite and most respected actor of all time, you have delighted me by expressing, in poetry, the virtues of Spring cleaning. I now feel validated for the care and respect I lavish upon my Dyson DC 41.
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