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Michael H.

The different colours of my skin
shades of white and tan
but not on my shin.My shin has
Patches of white and pink,
none of which is from tattoo ink.

My left leg slipped,
from a ladder rung
dangling upside
was where it hung.

Smashed, my shin was bleeding bad,
an open wound was what I had.
A week I was all laid up
Just like a new born seal pup.

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