The sun-soaking into my bare skin
A beach, a backyard?
No, a major street in Winston
In my mind I desire to lay naked
I absorbed the warm mixing with the chilling breeze
but in reality I stayed clothed
And smiled, glad that I was not psychotic
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Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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This was a great poem Antoinette! It brought a smile to my face, especially the ending about not being psychotic! Loved it!
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