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April 08, 2008
7 haiku 58
pre caller ID
who called every night at eight
talk about nothing
cord just long enough
wrap around his waist like arms
no dizzy unwrap
if that were still true
why would she always pick up
sometimes her sister
singing in his room
nobody home embarrassed
him more than dancing
someday so famous
she'd be happy or notice
or be so sorry
her sister was mean
comeuppance kept her ugly
into adulthood
blown out like the glass
fashioned into vacuum tubes
pushing AlNiCo
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