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Hanging in the basement wet
There's still a bunch I have to get
It never ends
Or so it seems
I even do it in my dreams
The floors are hidden
With parts undone
So I scoop some up
It weighs a ton
I do just mine
The others do theirs
As we pass each other
On the stairs
I think I'm finished
I beat the clock
Oh crap....
An extra sock
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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