Sunday, May 6, 2012

I find myself.

With a paddle for a boat
And two coats of mail, well pressed,
He crossed to curse the blessed whale
For its bale, and death most unkind.
Nowadays, you find yourself only lost.

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  1. If you paddle
    While the boat
    Is going up shit's creak
    I will let you stay
    With me
    Just a little longer

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    1. Censorship? How sad.
      Will my haiku also be gone
      Like the summer mist?

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  3. Summer mist returns
    Like haiku carved in clothing
    Then our fashions change

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