Washing day at the house of Goodman.
Washed my socks, washed a sweater, washed my hair.
Still in that season of the year where I wish I had a wood stove instead of a drafty fireplace in our front room to dry my woolens by. Someday, someday.
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Washing day at the house of Goodman.
Washed my socks, washed a sweater, washed my hair.
Still in that season of the year where I wish I had a wood stove instead of a drafty fireplace in our front room to dry my woolens by. Someday, someday.