Apothecary

on endless summer days winter's feeble sun apothecary of toxic tinctures phantom of the night

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Joe Dimino

Date: 7/20/2023 12:56:00 PM

We have conjured up messes. Oh, were it just a surface physical scrubbing, the poison deep into the soul has seeped.

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 7/18/2023 8:43:00 PM

Toxicity in the air Poisoning everywhere.

Judy Ball

Date: 7/18/2023 10:11:00 AM

Ah endless summer days filled with sunshine. Then you deal with sunburn. Swimming at the beach ---- Oh No! There's oil in the water and it's been banned for swimming and fishing. Picnics --- On No! It's crowded, there's ants and bugs or ese they've turned our favorite place into a parking lot. Let's stay home and bar b que in the back yard. (sigh) Good One Gershon. God Bless, JB

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/18/2023 8:18:00 AM

A mystery of toxicity those last lines!

John Lawless

Date: 7/18/2023 4:03:00 AM

just don't fall in the water....with all that greasy stuff on ya we'll never be able to pull you out