Your touch
peels off the layers
and leaves me new.
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(This is a sunburn poem, but don’t tell anyone. It sounds so much more romantic if you don’t know!)
Your touch
peels off the layers
and leaves me new.
.
.
.
.
(This is a sunburn poem, but don’t tell anyone. It sounds so much more romantic if you don’t know!)
Another of your poems that I enjoy reading. I hope to writing again very soon, spent the summer trying to sell insurance. I have a new teaching assignment starting Monday so will have time to write soon……………….finally. Write on my friend write on!
I haven’t written much besides my daily poems and papers for grad school this summer. Dad’s death deflated my energies, and all I want to do is read- escaping into someone else’s imaginary world. I’ll get there eventually, for for now, this is it.
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if u peel you may have a new skin but your getting a warning to get out of the sun my aunt developed skin carcinoma thang i aint talked to her in years so she might even died . good luck with all that sunsreen dont hep neither i use it to start fire in my fireplace has flame inhibitors …
sincerely
General bebo t hope
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My dad had skin cancer, too. I took him to have a malignant bit cut off a couple of months ago. He was covered. He lasted until 100 though. Burns are rare for me, I stay out of the sun!
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And your poem makes my sunburn momentarily less painful too
lol Thanks, Frank.
Ooooo it sounds like something Grace would say 😉
😉
It’s what a loved one does.
Indeed.
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