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9:01
9:01 there is no sun
9:01 the day is done
9:01 just waiting here
9:01 flies buzzing in my ear
9:01 will this day never end
9:01 I can see the sun, just around the bend
9:01 this will take forever
9:01 this is no bold endeavor
9:01 almost there
9:02 I’ll never get anywhere
8/19/1998
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Life, Love, and Liberty
Life is full of strife,
Twisting and turning
Churning and burning
Love flies high like a dove,
Wheeling and fleeting
Winding and beating
Liberty fills hearts,
Pounding and threshing
Lashing and retching
These three thing create a human soul
And these three things are wonders to behold
8/19/98
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Farm Apparel?
There once was a sheep from Alamazu.
Who trod over rocks and needed a shoe.
So off she went in search of a zoo.
That silly old sheep from Alamazu.
She met with a goat who needed a coat.
They went to the dock to find a boat.
Then borrowed one and left a note,
And sailed off to find that goat a coat.
They met with a dog who needed a sock.
So he tied up his babes to a paper rock,
And joined the fair band that walked and talked,
And off he went to find a sock.
They found a cow who needed some pants,
So they decided to go to market in France.
They pranced and danced upon some ants.
That jolly company who went to France.
They soon met a farmer on his way,
And he said this must be his lucky day.
So he sent them as steaks, or packed in crates
Back to his home in the United States.
8/19/98
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Time
Time wastes away like the day's last light,
And presents itself like looking at dawn, so bright.
Time cannot be looked upon, like germs,
And time cannot be drunk, like Norms.
Yet time always persists,
And time always assists.
Time will always be there
Time magazine will always be square.
8/19/98
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My first Haiku
Fleas, Bees, Skis, Trees, Breeze
All flapping against the wind
Burning in the heat.
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