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a modified haibun

*** In the early morning hours before the sun comes alive while a dark shroud waits outside to be penetrated by lamplight...

*** Malfeasance My lawyer squandered my griefin a brief. I should have testified.Lord, when it comes to the law,nothing is..

*** As far as I'm aware Pavarotti never wrote a poem, Frost never sang La Boheme. Is there some lesson here? ..

*** He laughed when he saw the size of the seeds. Nothing, he thought, can sustain itself on this. He wipe..

*** Now I lay me down to sleep, well, not exactly sleep, I'm too horny for sleep. Now I lay Jessica. We're both a ..

*** Sometimes I feel like I'll explode. Imperfection being so common among commoners who confuse doing things..

*** Who are you to say I'm wrong? I'm not wrong. Opinions have no sell-by dates, they don't sour or go bad, won't rot ..

*** I believe poets have said quite enough about trees but not nearly enough about fungi. Most people say fungi with a hard ..

*** Something is happening I don't understand - have the lights been dimmed in the Little Dipper or is it only my brain&rsq..