Frecklefuss – a poem

Frecklefuss, what a palaver

For such a simple thing, cute

Moments, aftersun and aches,

Rest and recovery on holiday

Projects abandoned without worry.

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Chickens and croissants try

To peek through ruined skin,

Colour burn and dry, dry land

Tiredness and waste, all this

Fuss for little freckles.

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Dedicated to JP

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