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February 24, 2007
5 haiku 116
From celebrāre.
Curiously, "to frequent."
(Emphasis is mine.)
I was born near here.
No poetry, I mean born.
Put rocks in my mouth!
True story, these rocks!
I did not swallow any.
Just held rocks to taste.
Came home in darkness.
My hand still knew, Dear Light Switch.
So, I did not look.
Exactly the same.
A different time and place.
You said, "There you are."
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Posted by martin at February 27, 2007 11:23 PM
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It is a curious thing, this love affair of ours.
Posted by Abigail at February 25, 2007 10:39 PM