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With every move of my mop I am dying. People are stepping on me as they step on the garbage lying on the floor.
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Her frizzly silk mop,
Flowers in sparkling grey fizz;
My Bodhi perfect !
He used to only dance
With a raggedy grey mop
And now when she's with him
She can't get him to stop.

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