Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

Spring


Through most of August, they ignored each other.
By September, they were hitting each other.
Now it’s mid-October and I notice that the
young technician and apprentice at work are
diligently squeezing one another’s pimples.

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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  • Danny Draper (10/15/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    Sounds like a clever metaphor for the ever changeable Spring with its endless stream of High and Low pressure systems squeezing each other hot and cold, wind and calm. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (10/14/2013 8:38:00 PM)

    Very funny! Are they taking any samples and maybe finding possible cures from the Ooozes. Blaaaaaa Yuk (Report) Reply

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