Moisture Gal

My skin was dry and peeling, flaked, worn and beat down.

But I stumbled on a savior, the moisture gal came to town.

Was selling creams and steam machines for a world that has gone dry.

I paid her cash and smiled at her, and she winked with one good eye.

Now I’m feeling fresh and perky, hydrated and a glow.

I told her to come back again, next year, win, place or show.

Dennis Mantin

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