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God i love the heat. love it when it is 72 outside at 3 in the morning. love the sound of thunderstorms rolling in. love it love it love it. then there is my wife. she hates the heat. hates when it is warm at night. she is happy when it is 40-50 outside at noon. why do i get the feeling that this is going to be a long summer. know what i want to see at the poetry slam nationals? i want the MC to get up after the slam but before the scores are announced & say� �ya know, slam is just a gimmick to get people to listen to poetry. you listened, you had a good time, thanks for coming & go check out some poetry in your area. as for the scores, if you need to find out if you �won� or not, then the answer is you lost, regardless of the numbers.� i would pay good money just to watch the slammers react to that. bet most of them would loose their cookies. i would wet my pants laughing. |
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