Early dark, cold nights
And the city's wrapping up
But where does she go?
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4 comments:
Haiku at seven-
sixteen on a Sunday? I
sense a scheduled post.
May I mention your haiku on my blog?
Please.
Z - no, not scheduled. A rare night out (alcohol), dehydration, and an early morning. And later, an early afternoon crash. And later still, the Boy Wonder returns and the 50 hour break is at an end. Presently, he sleeps.
Patty Pat Pat - yes, I'd be honoured. I think, I hope.
Inka dinka doo,
Said old Jimmy Durante,
For no good reason.
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