Short One Hundred Thirty Poems

One hundred thirty degrees yesterday.
Somewhere on the border between 
Nevada and California...

I wear wet clothes..
I do it on purpose.
Wet and cold.

I have no ac....

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Seven hundred poems,
    One hundred thirty days;
A couple of purebreds,
    And more than a few strays.

I'm sure I'll add a few
    Before my turn is done;
In honor of the day,
    Here's seven hundred one.

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I had a little over 100 poems that I brought with me with I joined the Soup at the end of January. I just crossed over 800; it has been an enjoyable and prolific writing phase for me. A lot of junk, but some keepers I'm fond of....

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