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mornings, january (Haiku) by <~> sharp wind whips wet hair
to pointed frozen tangles
between house and car
Up the ladder:
triple suicide server line
Down the ladder:
Lamente el prostitute
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Posted: January 24, 2003 6:47 AM PST; Last modified: January 24, 2003 6:47 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.2 Overall Rank: 988 Comments:
chew it until thawed at work.
I like how the third line sets scale when none was there before. :)
In the Welsh climate my hair just gets wet. Oh for some ice and snow!
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but perhaps I am missing something.
Still, not bad and better than a
four. Hell, thinking about it,
everything is mundane to a greater
or lesser degree.