They won’t rub out anyway
Though they continue to bother me
I let them stay contemplating
My new rug and chair
With stainless infant stare
The ivory walls and floors
Refinished and gleaming Lord
So I can finally have you over
To my clean and simple soul
Not the sickness you must enter
When you come to call
Garbage stinking in the hall
To make me whole
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