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A humorous poem about hidden dust's effect on men versus women. |
| Men and women have a different view of the world we all jointly occupy. My wife can get herself all in a stew over some things that make me wonder why. For example, while watching a TV show, she’ll say seemingly out of the blue, “I know hiding under the couch must be dust harboring a microbial zoo.” Translation: “The couch must be moved forthwith so she can vacuum the rug underneath. That dust simply MUST be done away with.” I’ve learned to nod yes while I grit my teeth. In midst of talk while we eat our dinner, I hear her say, “I think we need to clean under the fridge.” I’ll not be the winner in this. To her it’s all about hygiene. Any man knows, if dust is out of sight, it’s fine to ignore it and never sweep. But I’ve failed to convince her this is right. What? Unseen dust makes her unable to sleep? Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |