sunburnt

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    sunburnt

    He comes in the door
    while i'm sitting on the floor
    I look up and see a red man
    in front of me he stands
    I look at my moms face
    she starts to laugh
    and so do I because we both know he forgot
    he forgot his sunblock
    so there he stands
    this red-faced man
    with a tan line that makes him look like he's a racoon
    his face reminds me of a red baloon. 
    my mom tells him everytime
    but he just stares blankly and says, "no I didn't I thought
    I put some on my back."
    then we both shout, "well you forgot a spot!"

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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