hail to the cancer of the skin
you are many of a kind
you poke the people of yore
you sneak up - like a vine
you enter folks through the sun
and grow on them like blooms
if they do not pay attention
you will put them to ruin
heed to my little poem today
do not be a sun - bun like me
but be cautious and lather up
- your humble bumble bee.
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