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of our own being is given our row to hoe in our hands, our fate
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not hardly ever always, sometimes, maybe so wind moves in the trees
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given sense of pride, trees bloom, and flowers blossom not hardly ever
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no self reflections wide open space, empty cup must be about time
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mind empty, like sky quick, quick! the brown fox jumps in over the dead dog
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when writing haiku the parting shot must sail on past the barricades
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half a million old not necessarily young just then, the wind lifts
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right to yore front door the door of yore, at the lake half a million old
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glistening sky song blue and orange on the water no other, resting (I cheat, yes )
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Manitou's response to my previous haiku, which I liked (and she deleted): hand in hand, alone they feel the current of love under fuschia skies Earl Grey's response to my haiku: Hand in hand, alone, “your hand in mine”: Explosions in the Sky: great band! My haiku, to follow Earl Gray's: in the sky: great band ears to hear the sky's wavelength few and far between
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Music to deaf ears A sight for blind eyes--walking hand in hand, alone
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regarding haiku it's hard not to say too much I have a big mouth
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like "if on a night..." a challenging first, for sure the last, an offer
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I'm smiling again Must have been something I ate sure can't be the news
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as shrug about it, they would as soon--immortals, such total cutups!