Soaked Poem by Juan Olivarez

Soaked

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I am soaked to the bone,
No wind.
But I didn't shower,
And it isn't raining.
No wind.
It's hot, very hot.
My clothes are dripping.
No wind.
I'm soaked.
To the bone.
No wind.

Thursday, August 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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8/15/13 Alton Texas
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