Sleepy morning wakes
to find there was sweet Haiku
love all through the night.
I need my fix says
I, amid Durang-like woe,
yet still laughing wild.
Finally Friday
exam tomorrow, yes, yikes!
At last, sighted end.
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4 comments:
haiku loves you, too!
missed you while you slept-wait, no,
that might sound pervy.
Old married ladies
like poetry to lie in
wait. No one else does.
poetry stalker
waits on pages for chance to
pounce in haiku lust.
poetry stalker
is not shy. For proof refer
to last Tuesday's post
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