Another Friday, another night.
A late evening of laundry - the machine's spinning seemed to go on forever.
As one rushed to hang it out to dry (the laundry, not the machine),
the crickets came out to sing in high-volume unison.
Chirp chirp chirp, they went;
Incessantly, it felt like ... the chirping seemed louder and louder.
getting onto the nerves, as one rushed to finish the chore.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
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