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10.18.2021

The Man with the French-white Ladder Does Laundry

The man with the French-white ladder

Pauses to look at the stars

And steals a moment of quiet

Away from the streetlights and cars

The man with the French-white ladder

In his heart he treasures it all

The expansive sky and his village below

And the laundry where he’s come to call

The man with the French-white ladder

Has come to the time of the week

When his socks and his shirts, they need washing

So it’s here that he stealthily sneaks

The man with the French-white ladder

Makes his way in through the roof

He could visit the place in the daytime

But prefers to remain quite aloof

The man with the French-white ladder

Launders and irons all night

Then trundles his clothes right back to his home

Just before the sun brings forth its light