Juan Olivarez (september 12 / nyssa oregon)
I am soaked to the bone,
But I didn't shower,
And it isn't raining.
It's hot, very hot.
My clothes are dripping.
To the bone.
Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013
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8/15/13 Alton Texas
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