Cleaned

Clean up your room
Pick up your clothes
Always spouting mother knows
Well I'll show you, yes I will
I'll just have to pay a bill
To the cleaning people when they come
For the room of mine will be won

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.