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A Runner's Fistful of Haiku (Haiku) by HaikuMofo

--- On a Runner's High, auto-asphyxiated by controlled breathing. My muscles would scream, all but for their lack of air, mute to the beating. The pain in my chest, it will be less tomorrow, when I run again. ---

razorgrin 27-Oct-04/11:28 AM
I do too have a soul! I keep it in a secret hidden thimble.




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