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Haiku 1 Stuck marshmallows sigh, Charred edges at the fireRelentless texts fly. Haiku 2 Round debates unfold, Sweet promises melted fast, Lies are swallowed whole. Haiku 3 Powder sugar molds, Over-sweet, we’re sick of it— Vote for chocolate’s core. Read more
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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Being half-blind does not help a Cloud Surveyor, as the moisture turns loud. Wipers squeaking as they must and all. I’ve an eye for the ice diamonds ball. My puffy coat of steam keeps me warm While I slog for the Cloud Queen’s ol’ Carn. Trouble is growing in our Sky, The… Read more
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