Doctors pass in street.
Sam you look well! How am I?
Fine! Five hundred please.
Doctors pass in street.
Sam you look well! How am I?
Fine! Five hundred please.
banana bread bakes.
Aroma arises about.
Serves self a Slice.
I saw just one dog.
There was a Filling Station;
I blinked, it was gone.
I do not sleep well;
Counting syllables not sheep.
Haiku in my head
Red numbers count down
the time remaining for me
To reclaim beauty.
Creatures of the night,
Retire with the rising sun.
Reappear at dusk.
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G: Of course, you’ve heard the old saying. “The worst are those, who having learned the alphabet, believe that they have come into real knowledge.”
M: Ha that’s funny.
G: but it’s also true and sad as well. People don’t read well nowadays.
M: Well it’s people like you make it difficult.
G: Why do you say that? Continue reading →
The sun is lying low,
casting slanted rays to warm.
Plants slowly dying.
Nine Eleven bad day!
Second bad day for U.S.
Eleven nine. Too bad!
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