Thursday, September 14, 2017

11 Gnomes Cold

Bath Time on a Cold Morning

See her shiver with goosebumps on her arms.
It’s bath time again. How can you do this to her?
She craves the fresh-dried towel out of the dryer.
I’m no liar. It’s a cruel, but a necessary kindness.
You must be clean, my dear.
Wash off the grime, my dear.
And it’s clear, you’ll be fresh as a daisy in no time. 

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