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My wife, she runs the vacuum, but She never gets much dust. I'm greatly puzzled why it is, She's angry with disgust! We own no dogs, nor old gray cats That are shedding any hair, Yet, as she runs the 'lectric broom, She finds hair everywhere! I emptied then, the sweeper-bag. . . And how I was appalled! It is my hair, that's found in there. . . Great Scot! I'm going bald! -- Lucile C. McLeod |
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