dog hair
The toilet is where I make my peace,
in the morning, and from the night before.
"Never again," I tell myself,
or so I thought.
The phone rang—
I said, "I’m on my way."
The toilet is where I make my peace,
in the morning, and from the night before.
"Never again," I tell myself,
or so I thought.
The phone rang—
I said, "I’m on my way."