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Melted skulls and sagging sails: what growing old with tats entails. Few give pause to stop and think how time’s patina colors ink. ————— H/T to Eric Ashford’s Tat

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Date: 7/13/2022 4:41:00 PM
Love the end rhymes Jeff and even with brevity you have said much.
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 7/13/2022 6:58:00 PM
Thanks, Caren
Date: 7/11/2022 10:34:00 AM
LOL Jeff. Many times I've viewed one and tried to imagine what it will look like in 20-30 years. Linda
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Date: 7/10/2022 7:28:00 PM
Sagging chests and sinking ships -- That's what happened to Mr. Chips! ~ G'bye
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Date: 7/10/2022 1:47:00 PM
I certainly agree with this. I was very glad my son never got a tattoo. I never wanted one….too permanent. A very cool poem Jeff. Blessings xxoo
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Date: 7/10/2022 1:21:00 PM
As a kid I'd see old sailors with gray smudgy tattoos, now it's old men and women in the same boat! No tats for me please. Good one!
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Date: 7/10/2022 9:45:00 AM
Which is the primary reason why I never wanted one (as well as not seeing any reason to decorate this body!). Deb wanted one, but could not see it sagging in old age, ruining the mystic!
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