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Ode to the Swiffer
, Specifically the ones that have Febreze in the Swiffing Pads. 
Sweet Swiffer, How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways....
Oh, thou the swiveling, sweeping one,
Thank you for your household handiness,
My Mopping Days have been reduced
To Rare, Infrequent Rubble.
Now I use thy Slipping, Sliding, Stealth
To clean the most odious mess with Ease.
My back will thank thee all thy days,
And my nose appreciates thy sweet Febreze.
When all my cleaning days are o'er,
And a mop handle I touch no more,
Perhaps upon my grave will read,
She didn't work hard, but her house was STILL CLEAN!!!!
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"God, send me anywhere, only go with me. Lay any burden on me, only sustain me. And sever any tie in my heart except the tie that binds my heart to Yours."
--David Livingstone
"To see no being, not God’s or any, but you also go thither,
To see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying all without labor or purchase—
abstracting the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it;…."
--Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Song of the Open Road
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