My prose / poem "And The Temperature Is" is about driving around one day and seeing different temperature readings at several buildings on on my car dashboard and wondered which one was the closes to the correct temperature....
Could be a metaphor for the emotional quotient of individual real me today. Some may be much hotter than others, while some may be much cooler. It would be nice to know before hand, what their emotional temperature is. ;-)
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On second thought, wait to see how long it takes to melt ice!
LOL