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sun burn
Too much sun and burnt out black
Hope no one will touch my back,
Too much bathing in the sun
May at times spoil out the fun,
Blisters growing ever where
Hope they don’t burst in a flare,
peel the skin or just fall off
skin renewal with a scoff,
I’ll remember for next time
Not to stay in the sun’s prime,
For I’m whiter than a ghost
How I hate to be a toast!
Hope no one will touch my back,
Too much bathing in the sun
May at times spoil out the fun,
Blisters growing ever where
Hope they don’t burst in a flare,
peel the skin or just fall off
skin renewal with a scoff,
I’ll remember for next time
Not to stay in the sun’s prime,
For I’m whiter than a ghost
How I hate to be a toast!
Published 5th Jul 2019
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