Random Life Observations
Random Thoughts In Haiku Form
One thing I have found,
Your syllable count can change
If you’re from the South.
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Vast views of the sea,
The “new” rich is calling me.
Write, create, be free!
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Condos sit empty
While I, in the trailer park,
Yearn for ocean views.
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Love me some bacon
In the morning, noon or night
Sizzle sizzle pop.
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All my words and thoughts
Have become a haiku now
Someone make it stop.
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