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----------------The Inevitable Press ~ February 1998 |
(It's the American Way)
There are laundry machines from
different eras here.
Some are post modern like
William Gibson wrote them.
Some are from the seventies with
colors out of Van Nuys Boulevard, and
Some are from the eighteen-hundreds
made out of solid gold.I am paranoid that
I didn't load my clothes loosely enough.A family of nineteen midgets
lives in the dryers after hours.
That's why they close at eleven.
So those midgets can get some shut eye.I see a Teddy Bear tumbling
at the High Temperature setting.
Oh the humanity.How to fold:
1) put ends together
2) bend
You have just folded.
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