Here is a poem I adapted for you all today from a beloved children’s song:
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
For the love of everything that is holy, please stop shining down on me quite so brightly!
I need to move to a land of breezy weather that never gets over 75 degrees, but soon! This heat that melts your face off is strictly for the birds.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
LOL
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the weather is beautiful here today
Go ahead, gloat! See if I care.
yeh we’ll see how ya are in the middle if January and I’m blue from the sub-zero temps.
So what’s the big deal over a little skin cancer?