Back in our carefree youth
We laid on sheets of foil
Covered in baby oil
Courting the sun
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
I can still smell the Coppertone that probably had no protection in it at all. But the sun sure felt good.
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We didn’t do this, Annette, but our mom did. Time change, don’t they?
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I can still smell the Coppertone that probably had no protection in it at all. But the sun sure felt good.
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🙂
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Pingback: tan lines — Annette Rochelle Aben | davidbruceblog #2
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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We didn’t do this, Annette, but our mom did. Time change, don’t they?
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person