Four years ago my bathroom was remade,
creating space for bathtub, better sink,
retaining skylight, fitting higher grade
of tile. My designer had to think
creatively; the workers knew their trade.
I use the sink to rinse but not to drink,
shampoo or launder. I behave with care –
but time amounts – I clogged it with my hair.

(Ottava Rima)

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