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June 14, 2007

Thursday

It's poetry night at 100 word stories; no straight prose allowed.

And the theme for our poems shall be: heat.

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Comments

Oh, man....

Posted by: David at June 14, 2007 3:14 AM · Permalink

I haaaate you.

Posted by: Stacy at June 14, 2007 10:02 AM · Permalink

Absolute Zero

“Shuffleboard on a checkerboard” is what he had said

It made no sense, and now he’s long dead

But it tugs at my mind, rings in my head

I thought till my brain was numb

I awoke in a sweat, and jumped up with a start

Something I’d missed – a sifter atop the cart

As I rushed to the lab, I ate a pop-tart

The machine started up with a hum

Quantum-physics was proven, the atoms stood still

I’ll be famous I thought, and it gave me a chill

I’m glad Albert’s not here, with the hair and the grill

Posted by: kipp at June 14, 2007 12:01 PM · Permalink