Silent sentinels that guard against the sun's relentless gaze, their slats whisper secrets of shadow and light, dancing to the rhythm of the wandering breeze.

I cry everyday To clean grime away I can be hot or cold But don't leave me on or there will be mold

Soft embrace unseen, Tiny threads in disarray, What comforts the peach?

Gluts activated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To make someone laugh, I'm the best place to poke, but keep me dry or the scent is no joke.