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Conversion Factor
My husband’s lips are Fahrenheit
his heart is Centigrade
his temper boils much higher than
his chilly masquerade
Often I just can’t figure him
five eighths of what he says
is thirty-two more that he shows
or thirty two points less
In vain I strive to calculate
the meaning of his weather
and if his words are from his heart
or elsewhere altogether
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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