Theme: Climate Change
Format: Syllabic Poem in praise of prime numbers (Per line 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19 & 23)
SIGH. Really ? This again it never just rains torrential downpours galore FLOODS and MUDSLIDES and the sunken cars so deep temperature pushes 70 in the North East Snow, snow I get but it's not snowing; it's raining raining & raining drip, drip, pitter, patter, whoosh whoosh whoosh, welcome to SPRINTER, not winter nor Spring Is not normal people really, not normal: now I have to urinate really bad © 2023 Matt “M” Snyder, The Art of M & AProlificPotpourri.Art All Words & Images contained herein cannot be shared or used in any way possible without written consent & notification of the author of this blog
The Art of M. 
Wow… an excellent entry! The last line really nails it.
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Sprinter – I love that 😊🖤
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That and Sumter because Spring & Fall have gone AWOL as of late
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Haha too true! 😊🖤
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Who knew you were a poet? Who knows what’s going on with the temperatures? Nicely poem-ed.
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Uh anyone that has followed me in the last 4 years knows that the occasional good and or terrible (thanks to Chel Owens) poem graces this blog
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Beautifully awful. Well done. 🙂
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Love this narrator’s voice. Especially enjoyed the last lines
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Terrible, M. Very bad.
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But not bad enough 😂
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Very close, I assure you.
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