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Impervious (Haiku) by heart Bright sun, sky smiling
on sparkling leaves, warbling wren.
Bouncing off tired soul.
Up the ladder:
Full Fathom Five
Down the ladder:
Search of Love
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Posted: October 18, 2002 7:15 PM PDT; Last modified: October 18, 2002 7:15 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9 Overall Rank: 9861 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.211.216
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18-Oct-02/7:47 PM
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Very sweet. You must have been in a terific mood when you wrote this.
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heart @ 12.237.50.44
> god'swife
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18-Oct-02/8:21 PM
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One of those long, stressful workdays had come to a close. I was drained, and the late summer afternoon was doing its best to coax me back to peacefulness on the drive home.
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god'swife @ 209.179.211.216
> heart
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18-Oct-02/8:36 PM
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Oh yes! Tired soul, of course, and bouncing not sticking. No wonder I didn't quite get the title. The scene swept me away.
Enjoyable
poets who write entire books on birds are in need of thorazine.
This poem, as a familiar pair of pants on a Sunday, is caked in shite.
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