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I positioned the white plastic dishpan in the sink,
I squirted in glob of concentrated Palmolive dish detergent Then I turned the hot water on and watched the bubbles form As the dishpan filled, I felt an urgent Desire to place my hands into the soapy detergent; The hot water felt like a pair of wool mittens on a snowy day. Item by item I placed the dishes into the hot water, I took a clean dishrag from the kitchen cabinet’s bottom drawer, Then plate by plate, cup by cup I did the dishes, After I rinsed the clean dishes, I looked around the kitchen for more And found I was finished washing dishes, so I swept the floor; Doing a excellent job with the dishes is a good way to pray.
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