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July 12, 2007
5 haiku 243
You never get to
recycle the new before
it has learned to walk.
We studied up late
working with graphs and some charts
foil my swimming head.
The microphone failed
pitching a shriek across seats
so stopped my say-so.
You underwater
and me out in outerspace
selling tanks of air.
This is if you will
a business model based on
write once read many.
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