The Mop,
it has a new life.
The Mop,
it now sits atop a new pole,
its new "body".
The Mop,
it's rejuvenated,
almost new.
As it hangs on the dryer rack,
with its new "body" beneath,
in the cool night air,
the cries of a baby filters through the air.
A new life.
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