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Panty Lines

By Sheila Ball

Lycra's the name.
Hiding's my game.

Elusive, Evasive,
Fugitive on the run
from She-Who-Washes-the-Clothes.

I cling to the drum of the dryer
Clasping close the metal housing
Clinging to the steely smoothness
Murmuring to the simple socks below: "She'll never find me!"