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R. Lincoln Harris

R. Lincoln Harris

This infernal summer

This infernal summer grinds on
Leaving fires and deaths in its wake
Heat emergencies in many places
And August still waiting to bake.

I wasn’t intending this to be a “wake and bake” poem, but it came out like that, anyway.

#poetry #summerheatwave

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A walk by the river in autumn

Leaves are changing color A cool nip is in the air Winter is on the horizon But we aren’t yet there
A Found Pencil

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Early Summer in PTown, June 2021

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Easter Weekend Trip

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Another SpaceX disaster

Exploding rockets Raining debris all over So sad for Elon!
Darlington County (Wayne’s version)

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DeSantis vs. Disney

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Rule of Law?

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#PoetryNoLongerTorturesMe

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A Trade and a Bet

Most Floridians, statistically, were born someplace else and it’s easy to see why this is. The beaches, the sunshine, and the quality of living
Bloodlighting

Whenever someone uses the word “bl… They are aiming for a specific res… Which is exactly why was recently… at a political rally in Ohio. The speaker knew what he was sayin…
Should have known better

I shall dance no more with rhythmless guilty feet. The saxophone played. George Michael’s “Careless Whisp… Will haunt us all forever.
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St. Patrick’s Day Dinner

My Grandpa was Irish Or at least his parents were So every year we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for corned beef and cabbage.



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