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No time for talking
it’s Short Message Service-ing
conversation’s dead
In this hot summer
I dare you to go outside
and melt like butter
Come to bed, she says,
but I’m so very tired
soon she gets her way
That fool cut me off!
I wish I had a grenade
or a bazooka
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Author's description These are four Haikus I wrote about various subjects.
Most are humorous.
Comments Janne A Ryynänen, 6 May 2008: Interesting text and good also.. well done
Ronnie Barzilai, 1 May 2008: Murder... I love your connotations and the way your words happen to proverbially contact all forms of life.
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