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Secret thoughts



Cleanliness, my mother says
is on a par with godliness
A body that is washed each day
less inclined will be to stray
where little boys should never go
and little thoughts their oats might sow
So to keep the peace with mother dear
I daily clean behind each ear
and dispose of wax which seems to form in
nooks and crevices within
But of the thoughts that dwell between
the secret ones that lie unseen
which cotton buds can never touch
I'm sorry mum, I can't do much




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