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Sonnet 18 (The Laundry Day Variant) Shall I compare thee to a laundry day? Thou art more endless and less temperate: Rough spins do shake the fragile seams away, And cotton's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the dryer's breath doth glow, And often is its linty trap obscured; And every matching sock its mate lets go, By chance or tumbling mechanism lured. But thy eternal pile shall never fade, Nor lose possession of the stains thou ow'st; Nor shall the closet brag thou dwell'st in shade, When in eternal hampers thou just grow'st. So long as men can breathe and wear a shirt, So long lives washing, and the endless dirt. #HouseWorkASongOrPoem #HashTagGames