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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