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Impermanence (Other) by Corey McHattan I thought I saw, and so it was,
Something strange, that made me pause;
A headstone cold, and flowers bright,
Both decaying, in falling night.
Up the ladder:
The Eyestroke
Down the ladder:
Summer Haiku
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Posted: July 9, 2002 10:18 PM PDT; Last modified: July 9, 2002 10:18 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.5555553 Overall Rank: 12662 Comments:
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Both decaying..."
That's actually something I've noticed before. I think you wrote a good poem here.