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HANGING OUT THE WASHING
When I was small I could not reach to hang
washing on the line,
I always thought this job the most rewarding
and very fine,
But I could turn the mangle handle and stir hard
in the dolly tub,
And some of the hard stains I was able
to give a hard rub.
When I was small it took ages to get washing
ready for the line,
You were doing well if you managed the
first load by nine,
Ten o’clock was more usual and I’d
look out longingly
As I watched the clothes being hung, one day
that would be me.
Now I am not small and can easily reach
my washing line,
And I still have fun doing it now that
this task is mine,
But my gran would be amazed, not even
believe her eyes
For I was hanging up the washing by seven,
what a surprise.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 August 2005