I thought I was a love machine...
I'm now a washing machine.
Life for me to control
Or, at least, just keep a hold
Of some bits
Of real life.
Lost me wife.
But will stay on a roll
As I have a goal
In my future life.
.....'Scuse me....
I'm about....
...To sort the washing out.
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