Wash Your Cares Away

She, a fixture of the Laundromat
Much like a dryer, washer, or sheet
She stalks the rows with precision
Of a toy soldier on its two stiff-feet
Giggles abounding, smiles for free
Babbling like a brook, or fountain
Tinkering like a tambourine.
Worry is not a word
In her muffled vocabulary
Her mental capacity we call special-needs
Her life outlook I call extraordinary

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