Sunday, July 11, 2010


(silly verse inspired by today’s high temperatures)

“How hot?” she asked, dodging a sunbeam
That bid fair to chase her.
“So hot that I’m wishing I lived
On a glacier.

“How hot?” and she wrinkled her nose
As if shocked that I’d ask her:
“So hot I’d consider a move
To Alaska!”

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