O, my clothesline! I loved thee The chainsaw wailing alertest me this afternoon, to butchery! Today they cleavedst thou from thy tree O, my clothesline! Thou and I Didst make my bedsheets smell like sky I couldst not just suppress my cry so shouted at the workers, "WHY!?!" O, my clothesline! O, what doom Thou hast passed, I must needs resume My washing in the musty gloom that is the Morgannwg drying room O, my clothesline! How I care! I considered for a second there Pulling a Tiananmen Square What other way could I thee spare? O , my clothesline! I yelled a lot My protests did not do a spot Of good, for no one had forgot They had a chainsaw, I had not O my clothesline! Straits most dire! I never dreamed thou wouldst
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