52 Haiku Week 7
Would you believe I wrote this haiku in time for last Wednesday’s post but just forgot to post it? It was a crazy week.
A big, fat smile
Works its way across my face
What a cheeky dog!
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Would you believe I wrote this haiku in time for last Wednesday’s post but just forgot to post it? It was a crazy week.
A big, fat smile
Works its way across my face
What a cheeky dog!
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
On October 13, 1982, my diary entry consisted of mostly a poem. I now share with you that entry. Just F.Y.I.: each diary was given a name. For my Junior year in High School, my diary was named Duval, after a guy I liked the previous year. He died his senior year in a terrible…
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