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We are all Haiku
only here for seventeen
syllables, three lines.
Posted at 05:57 AM in Poetry | Permalink
I sure do agree
Life lived so naturally
Long live our beauty!
Monday, 24 January 2005 at 02:24 AM
mango crows at dawn
black against pink sky; I drink
my coffee alone
Monday, 24 January 2005 at 02:31 PM
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