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More Thought about Clotheslines

By Walt Perryman

A clothesline was a news forecast, to the people passing by,
A family had no secrets when their clothes were hung to dry.

They knew how many kids you had and when you had more,
And they could see what size underwear that everyone wore.

Anyone old enough can remember the clotheslines back then,
And how they’d flap and sometimes disappear with the wind.

I believe my grandmother could forecast the weather somehow.
And could predict rain or shine better than the weathermen now.

Clotheslines are almost gone now, just a memory from the past,
Because today we have dryers that can dry our stuff really fast.

©2021 Walt Perryman

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