Who likes to do dishes?
It's only with wishes
That they would disappear!
I clean them up, only for them to re-appear!
Every time I turn around,
There's the sound!
The dishes waiting to be done!
Why can't I run?
Where's my Mr. Clean?
Can't he get them done?
Oh well, they must be done
For a Mother's job is never done!
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my thought are with you, Jeremiah, and Rich! Hang in there!
Rich's cousin Becky from New york
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