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Burning a Vacuum Cleaner
I burned a vacuum cleaner – and I was GLAD
It was broken beyond repair and so
I took it away to the Smithfield place
And torched the industrial revolution
After its long career of breaking the peace
Of violating domestic harmony
Of terrorizing little kittens and pups
And screaming all through Sunday afternoons
It finally fragmented, flailed, and failed
Polluting the atmosphere (I could be jailed!)
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