Broken phone II

Prose and photos
Of the puppy and
non-prose too,
All gone, my fault,
Broke my fucking phone,

Shudda known the noise
From washing machine
Was louder than before.
Screens broke data lost,
Boo fuckin hoo.

Sheets came out clean
So did the device,
The lenor freshness
Gives no comfort
When out of warranty.

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