Sterile Little World
Hand sanitizer, antibacterial soap, lint-free towels
Bleach wipes, automatic shower cleaner
Toilet bowl tabs, scrub brush
Disposable mop, eco-friendly paper towels
All this for a bathroom??
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Coffee, my friend and my fiend | 1 | 09/08/2009 |
| Favorite Teacher | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Remedy for a dream | 3 | 08/31/2009 |
| Happiness | 1 | 08/24/2009 |
| Friends, not Lovers | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
| Lovers, not Friends | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
| Sterile Little World | 0 | 08/24/2009 |
| MOTHER | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
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