
White bralette of clouds
holds the bosom in the sky.
I take my daily X-ray
without a vest,
and ask myself later
if it was my unspoken
wish to die.

White bralette of clouds
holds the bosom in the sky.
I take my daily X-ray
without a vest,
and ask myself later
if it was my unspoken
wish to die.
Yes. 🌞Easy to burn away in some afternoon sunshine. 😂
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I will definitely have to check that out; thanks, John.
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Thank you. 😁 I appreciate your comments.
It’s amazing how quickly the carefree can turn cautionary.
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It’s eerie you said that because a part of why X-rays were on my brain is that I had a dental X-ray impromptu-style last week and the hygienist didn’t use a vest. I only realized it when she sat me up and it was Siri g there across from me. Free radiation for all these days, I suppose. Happy Friday, Jeff.
Thank you kindly, JYP. It’s those sunstroke poems that make the biggest impact. Here’s to a weekend of catching more UV rays. 😉
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That’s a lovely way to look at it.
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Wonderful. Each person’s morning health routine should begin with a smile, at the very least.
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