The clothes pins grumbling
in their wicker basket
seem to have a hankerin'
for cotton today.
They patiently wait,
hoping for something clean
and damp to come their way.
Lying there with ready jaws.
Straight-grained and impatient
with hopes of being sprung
from their unloved rest.
Soon they'll be outside
hanging on the line
with slightly stiffened friends,
you know the gang;
jeans, some towels
and momma's drawers.
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