The Late Night Launderer
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1 min readSep 6, 2013
Ten thirty-nine, he started to launder;
with no clean underwear, surely he’d flounder.
He planned it all day,
‘til Drew Rhodes said hey.
And then he ate Thai and got rounder.
Ten thirty-nine, he started to launder;
with no clean underwear, surely he’d flounder.
He planned it all day,
‘til Drew Rhodes said hey.
And then he ate Thai and got rounder.
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