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Outer Space

It's freaking cold in outer space, minus 458 degrees Where does it begin, just 62 miles before hitting deep freeze Most space is empty A vacuum quite aery Mainly hydrogen, helium and some helmeted fleas

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 9/18/2017 5:55:00 PM

Fleas must be Russian.

Jack Ellison
Date: 9/19/2017 6:20:00 AM

YUP! Russian... could tell by their accent! HAVE A GOOD ONE DEAR PATRICIA!!! Love, Jackson! xxx

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 9/18/2017 9:00:00 AM

Well, you know I won't join the race//To that flea-bitten void called outer space//TOO DAMN COLD!//Now that I'm old//I've got space heaters all over the place. GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!! High of 64 (F) and cloudy today:-( time to head south!

Jack Ellison
Date: 9/18/2017 11:27:00 AM

WOW! And here we are in the middle of summer-like temps!!! 75-85 all of last week and this one! YEE HAW! CANADA EH!!!

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/18/2017 8:45:00 AM

Good morning Jack! Your morning limmericks have me giggling to the moon and back xomo

Russell Sivey

Date: 9/18/2017 6:11:00 AM

Ho! Now that is funny, helmeted fleas, lol! This is a fabulous write my friend! I surely enjoyed reading your tremendous poem here this morning! What a cold piece, so frozen in space! Great Work!!

Jack Ellison
Date: 9/18/2017 6:27:00 AM

Strange mind at work here!!! LOL GOOD MORNING RUSSELL!!!