Don't be Daft Photo by Capotina Entretenimientos on Pexels.com I used to complain about sunlight. “Dad, it hurts my eyes,” I’d say. “Don’t be daft,” was his reply, “Enjoy the sunny day.” When cold, my fingers would turn white,All circulation gone. “Don’t be daft, we’re all the same, Now stop your whining, son.” I’m daft …

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