Monday, May 5, 2008

Workaday Haiku

It’s a cold, hard world
But my bed is soft and warm.
You think that’s a choice?
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2 comments:

  1. MichaelMay 5, 2008 at 7:48 PM

    Evening yoga class
    It felt inevitable
    Some lady farted

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  2. mrpeeneeMay 5, 2008 at 9:15 PM

    Oh michael, "inevitable." What a fabulous word to work into a haiku, I bow before a master. Baiter.

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