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THE DREAM Please On Saturday morning Don't wake me till ten With a fresh cup of tea The paper...and then As I gaze out the window I know I will see Clean clothes on the line (Not washed by me!) I'll hear the vacuum concerto (It's such a sweet sound) And the clunkety clunk Of the dishwasher-go-round Then I'll quietly get up And open the door. .. It was only a dream (I've had it before.) ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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