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A Sun-burnless Summer!
Sun burn! Sun burn! I wish I could get a sun burn. My skin is white as a sheet. The summer time flies, As my aching body tries And I miss all the fun that is sweet. First I had to work. The duty I will not shirk. Next I broke a rib, Not my fault, I do not fib! Next up a case of shingles, Putting clothes on was more pain than tingles. A bad hurricane named Flo, Left me no where fun to go. Finally I wanted to see my friend Jack Before he went back to Iraq. And now I see it’s fall, I really need to recarpet my hall. So it’s back to work I go With no sun burn on my nose to show. I only did this poem in fun. I know that too much sun on skin can cause cancer.
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