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"There is always another dish"

I love being a mother and I love being a wife
I feel especially blessed by all the people in my life.
My daughter who keeps a smile on my face,
And keeps me trim by always playing chase.
My husband who works so I can stay at the house,
Something that has been my dream since I was knee high to a mouse.
I have few complaints about the life I lead,
I am blessed in every possible way, I concede.
But I must say just one thing about all of this
When I start the dishwasher there is ALWAYS another dish.

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