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Human Bacon

I go out seeking the sun's rays Cool White Plump Moist I lay there torturing myself Hot Sizzling Salty Turning I return inside Dry Brown Wrinkled Done????????? ©Donna Jones

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/31/2015 12:10:00 PM

oh and I see it was a featured poem a long time ago. BIG congrats for that.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/31/2015 12:09:00 PM

hahaha. how did I ever miss THIS one? Wish I could be bacon right now!!!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/5/2015 4:08:00 PM

HI DONNA, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. Have yourself a Happy Easter ~Always & Forever~ LINDA

Michael Dom

Date: 3/26/2013 3:36:00 AM

In a word - excellent!

Donna Jones
Date: 3/26/2013 7:23:00 AM

Thanks....I now have better sense....

Juanita Thorn

Date: 2/13/2013 4:35:00 AM

This describes me when I was 13-14-15 or so. Always out for the tan...no longer though, after losing my Nan to Melanoma 5 years ago. Not something anyone should go through.

Donna Jones
Date: 2/13/2013 9:51:00 AM

Yes I agree...I learned my lesson the day this was inspired