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***
The
blue men lost the race
and
now they must be punished
severely
for sloughing off
instead
of troubling, for waffling
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haiku
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***
The
vicar is a stickler
for
punctuality. I’m late,
making
me think
about
the nature of forgiveness,
an
act of ..
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Second draft
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***
When
word comes you go numb;
and
your first thought is, no,
this
can’t be true, but you know
the
teller of the news is n..
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***
We
marched in the mud, cold
and
exhausted, and still came more
orders,
prepare yourselves to march
again,
and I began to..
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haiku
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haiku
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***
Distraught
because of my thoughts --
half-naked
native girls swaying --
and
fearful, filled with intensest terror
in..
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***
I’ve
so many books
I
can’t read them all.
This
is my shame.
It’s
slow going
this
trek through dregs,
thi..
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