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Itís not the thing you fear, she said.
Well, yes it is, but
Not the way you fear it.

Itís just a minor thing, she said,
A loverís bite,
A passion of the sun and skin.

The gods of dermatology
Will zap and clear the summer kiss
That squats above your lip.

I smiled, remote. Fear? I laughed Ė
But, sitting on my itching fingers,
Planned vacations underground.


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The eyes rule all.


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The following comments are for "Doctor Ann gets a laugh"
by pastiche247

Sun Squatters
we sear beneath a passionate sun
with a burning vanity...

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: August 3, 2016 )





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