Rosy pink skin
Just a tad overcooked
Forgot I was even
In the oven
Too busy floating
With my girls
And inventing a song
About balance
To notice the color
Slowly changing
Or feel the heat
Of a mile high day
Leaving me with a
Picture perfect memory
And just a trace of
Rosy pink skin
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(POTD #302, originally written and posted on June 6, 2004)
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