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October 07, 2007
5 haiku 266
This satchel attached
to the shoulder holds only
those promised a place.
Clawed across the brow,
the paw withdraws, allows now
the draw across blood.
Alas, at last a
gust becomes a real reveal,
but the seal is fast.
Tackle the abstract,
take the tack of attacking
each tract in the stack.
While taken with books,
it took a while to get through
taking thinking breaks.
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