SCOREBOARD – SCOUR


The washing contest’s under way,
There’s prizes to be won;
Tubs and soap-cakes boldly lay
On trestles ‘neath the sun.
No marks yet on the scoreboard:
Laundresses darkly glower
And, hunched up o’er their wash-boards,
The dirty vestments scour.

FOLDER - FOLIAR

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