The heartbeat of the city
is arrhythmic, tachycardic.
Electric shocks pulse neon,
convulsing the night.
No amount of greenery and good intentions
will cure the bad habits.
But a little bit of nitro should do the trick.
#300
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Linda Studley 
My heart skipped a bit too — is the really Poem #300? Only 65 more to go.
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actually, 66. It’s a leap year! But I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop! I guess it’s not a bad thing but I don’t know when I’ll ever get time to edit or publish if I keep on writing one every day!!! lol!
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