Toothbrush

Apr. 4, 2016

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Toothbrush Muse

 

You pick me up when you remember to. Or when your mouth feels as if a platoon of soldiers walked through it. Most times you rinse me off and put me back in the holder. The times you neglect to put me away the cat licks off the remaining toothpaste then sits on me.