Hat Bueckert Poet Monchielle Stanza

Mc1r Mutation Station 2: Ginger Lesson

As a ginger I have
Hated, than loved freckles
Got sick of the teasing
Grew to love these speckles
Now I find them pleasing

As a ginger I have
Felt the wrath of the sun
Bright red self heating skin
Before summer begun
Sometimes you just can’t win

As a ginger I have
Been Red and Carrot top
Little orphan Annie
A raggedy Ann Mop
They say it’s uncanny

As a ginger I have
Grown to love these red locks
And all that comes with it
To think outside the box
And hoard sun screen a bit

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Jeff Kyser September 26, 2022 at 12:24 PM Dont have to be ginger to have all the fun 15 carcinomas, Melanoma number 1. They say they arise from 30 years past. Eschewing the sunscreen; Not sure that I'd last... :-)