tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post3775402209370770854..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: Don't Eat the Yellow SlushW.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-35378540977501934192010-01-04T09:30:27.842-06:002010-01-04T09:30:27.842-06:00Yup, mild temperatures at this time of year are a ...Yup, mild temperatures at this time of year are a curse. Ten to fifteen degrees is warm enough and doesn't make a mess.W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-90298762470074340402010-01-01T23:25:00.905-06:002010-01-01T23:25:00.905-06:00Sloppy, slurry slush is my least favorite part of ...Sloppy, slurry slush is my least favorite part of winter. Everything is so ridiculously dirty and there is no way to avoid it. That is one of the reasons I like it to be real cold; slush is a mild temperature substance.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06567543843344980817noreply@blogger.com