There’s a shelf in the bathroom that grows every day,
With bottles and boxes in shimmery gray.
Some bubble and burble, some rattle and hum,
Some smell like old pennies, or peppermint gum.

There’s a jar for my knees and a balm for my back,
A patch for the places that suddenly crack.
A lotion for elbows, a syrup for toe... Show more

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